Chapter 27 Crossroads

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• The fire was low in its pit, just dying embers which were throwing flickering shadows around camp. The tension of it permeated the atmosphere-it was in everyone's hair.
• Flora sat cross-armed on a log, staring across at the man opposite her. Adrian loitered near the edge of camp, his shoulders tense, hands buried deep in his pockets. He wasn't really there-not in the way it counted. His mind was elsewhere, somewhere darker.