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Continuing a chapter from Ghosts of Innocence, Shayla has stolen the identity of a new high-ranking Imperial appointee, Brynwyn bin Covin. She’s been met by a soldier (Kurt) from the Imperial Palace Guard, who’s escorting her to the Palace. They have just stepped outside while Shayla’s baggage is loaded into the car. Kurt has spotted a row of punishment stalls across the square.
Kurt grinned and strode across the plaza, rummaging in his pockets.
Shayla followed at a more sedate pace, swallowing back acid. She knew what would be expected of her.
The sparse crowd, mostly pilgrims on their way to the temple, parted before her.
When she caught up with him, Kurt was moving down the line slipping a small coin into each slot in turn. Moans and screams followed him.
He stopped near the end, turning out his pockets with a frown.
"Run out of small change?" Shayla asked.
He nodded, the corners of his mouth downturned.
She tossed him a few coins.
Quick update on The Long Dark
Writing has been going very well recently, and after last night’s session I started to get that giddy excitement of feeling like I’m on the home stretch.
To put it into perspective, I’ve been plugging away at this since the end of July, and I think I’ve got a few weeks to go - maybe end of February? But I’m fleshing out scenes of the final confrontations and, although there are details still to figure out, I’ve got the main plot turns mapped out to bring me to the finish line.
The situation is not much different from any other night in the last week or two, but emotionally, for the first time last night, I felt like I’d crested the hill and can actually see the finish line approaching.