The last dredges of sunlight
hadn’t quite faded from the sky when Gordon, shielded against its deadly fury
in a hooded cloak, knocked on the guardhouse door. He clutched the dark, concealing fabric over
the lower part of his face against the ruffling wind. He knew he should have waited for full
nightfall before venturing out, but the thoughts racing in his head were
insistent. He was practically dancing
with anxiety as he heard footsteps approach from within the small building.
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