Chapter 11With the moons hidden behind thick clouds, the water rushing by Arie’s feet was an ink opacity, shielding its mysteries from anyone who came searching for them. It didn’t have many, but the one it protected most held the worth of a thousand smaller secrets. Some might say a hundred thousand. Men had died protecting it, after all.
Arie tugged his coat closer against the biting wind. Growing up in neighboring Anaban had taught him about cold, but the past six years at Midnight Creek had softened his resilience to the chill. He welcomed the bracing effect on his veins, though. It honed his senses, opening his ears when his eyes watered. Standing on the bank of the river Dr. Skeline had been hiding, he was poised for any who might approach. Because they would, sooner or later. He’d
