A Deadly Wound
The Dead Man's Inn sat atop one of the highest elevations in Pomanda. Only one street marked the way, an ancient, cobblestone path that twisted a course around old mansions built by nobles and merchants with too much wealth. One measure of success in life was having a house built on the Corrina Tumal, the road of riches. At the peak of the street, wide steps carved from flat stone rose to the summit which offered a breathtaking view of the entire sprawl of the city. A walkway led to the inn.
"Look at these, Rahg." Camissa gawked at flowers that lined the walk on both sides: crocuses and tulips, sunbursts and moonglows, and several varieties that Rahg had never seen.
The inn rose four floors above the ground, and the stone looked as if it had been mined from the same quarr
