was able to unlock.


    obega, left open to the air on a reed mat, filling the space with a smell that reminded me of onion. There were a few beakers of dried fruit and one of honey, and a single wheel of cheese. No preserved meat. I began taking an inventory in my ledger, my unease growing as I noted the amount of the various foodstuffs.


    A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    Amulets of Protection – Second Grade.