The Heretic (Beyond The Wall Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
His progress was agonisingly slow because each footfall needed to be meticulously placed. As he picked his way along the track, which was no more wide than he was, he reached out with both hands continuously, groping for rock jutting out ahead of him to give him some semblance of stability. He huddled close to the rock face to deny the ferocious wind something to tug at. His scarf was wrapped around the lower part of his face and the wool scratched his lips. Above him, the mountain stretched upwards seemingly forever, disappearing into the swirling fog and snow. Below him, the flank of rock plummeted into darkness. He couldn’t climb with mitts—finding handholds would be too difficult—so he wore nothing on his hands, and they were beginning to stiffen with the cold. The muscle surrounding the wound on his thigh ached, felt hot to the touch. The preacher had given him something to chew back at camp, and it had helped dampen the pain to something approaching manageable, but the effort of each painstaking footfall gradually began to take its toll on the torn muscle.
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