Kadamb reached down for a chunk of earth. Dry and brittle, it gave way easily to his practiced fingers, and the re-pulverized bits sifted back down to where he had disturbed it. This was the place. Here.
A subtle buzz on his hip startled Tristan. It was easy to get lost in his strength training, particularly with the sounds of Wagner in his headphones. But the buzz from his pager told him that the Deacon needed to… Continue Reading →