Cold Nettles

Day 12: Feb 11

Wind blew a cold flurry into his face. Hunching over, Alion shoved his way through the building mounds of snow. Each flake clung to the prince like a stinging nettle, frosty chill crystallizing on his cloak and jacket. He was glad he had left Rahk behind in the cave; the horse would be relatively safe there until the storm cleared. Til then…

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I have renewed these in lieu of the Refugee Ban in the USA. Inspired by the-cassandra-project and their Every Day Challenge, I am writing every day to raise money for the Urban Justice Center. You can donate here or please spread the word. Thank you.


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