Gwen’s shoes slipped on the stones, and she had to crawl across sharp formations jutting up from the ground. Without her pack, she missed something soft to lay her head on at night, as well as her dry socks and packaged food inside. She’d had a few loose matches in her coat pocket, but they would...
No one in the streets recognized the cloaked figure slipping into Parliament through the narrow door sunk into the cobblestone alley, and none of the guards took notice of him, either. In the meeting hall, despite the late hour, the members of Parliament were clustered around a central table, ill...