The ground shook beneath, and he nearly lost his footing. Wisps of smoke rose from the floor of the basin. Time is running out. The jostling loosened the cloth from the top of the bundle he carried, revealing his daughter’s lifeless face. “We’re almost there, Princess.” he said to her pale features as he pulled the cloth back down. He took a glance over his shoulder to see if anyone was coming up from behind him, but the bright rocks were clear of forms and shadows. “It won’t be long now.”
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