Saltlands

trated, and cold, made colder by the blood, residual quarry water, and cool, soft soil stuck to my skin.
His back to me, Mikey misses his next step but continues forward while blood from the cut I gave him weeps down his rib cage to soak the waist of his pants. He tracks red as he walks and I follow the path he leaves behind, constantly flexing my fingers around the talisman that had bonded Kane and me forever, feeling the hilt of his sword against my skin in the