Chapter 11:
Time no longer worked the way Thaddeus expected it to. His thoughts flowed like thick clay, fighting his will to take coherent shape.
He walked down a country lane. The problem was he was unsure how he got there. Pain jolted his joints with every step.
The previous night’s events… if they were real, or even from the night before, proved fleeting. He couldn’t bring himself to believe what he’d witnessed. His memories of battles fought floated in his mind like a near-forgotten dream.
Geovanni was nowhere to be seen. As far as the inquisitor could tell, he traveled alone. In a faceless forest. Perhaps this was the dream. The way his head swam, he wasn’t certain. A dream or his version of hell. Forced to wander a faceless world alone with nothing but unanswered questions to tor
