“He had asked Mujahid why they didn’t build a normal fire and was rewarded with a startled look and something about how he’d sooner burn gold. Mujahid told him wood was becoming less common since the Great Barrier went up, and no one knew why, though he thought it had something to do with the hidden sun.Nicolas was happy to rest his sore feet. They had walked for hours after leaving the mountain tunnel, and blisters from too many hours in boots were stinging him. Dwarf trees, no taller than two ...or three feet in height, peppered the landscape, scattered amongst scrub brush that covered the ground in patches.Mujahid hadn’t spoken two words in the last couple hours. Whenever he did take the time to look at Nicolas, he looked like a person trying to solve a puzzle.Nicolas sensed the argram even though the creature was out of sight. It was unnerving, as if he had discovered a sixth sense every bit as clear as his vision.“That penitent of yours is a good hunter,” Mujahid said, breaking the awkward silence.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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