Heir to Power – Prologue

The sound of snowmelt dripping off the clay tiles of the roof and splashing into muddy puddles woke Isontra well before dawn that early spring morning. She was drenched with sweat from a torrent of nightmares that had distressed her for the fifth night in a row. Surrealistic images, never clear enough to understand, haunted... Read More
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Published on February 01, 2020 10:08
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