Chapter Thirteen: The Morning BlightLuis awoke with a start.
For a moment, he wondered where he was and his eyes snapped left and right, trying to make out any familiar shapes or items of furniture. The room, draped in partial darkness was thick with steaming, suffocating air. He ran a hand over a face that dripped with sweat. The curse of summer nights. Heat.
He knew it was his house. The dream of figures standing over him, faceless and huge, had all gone now. By the weak, grey light struggling through gaps in the door, the room and the things inside took shape. His home. His life.
Groping over to the kitchen, he poured water over his hands from the jug and swilled his face. He stood there, head down, letting the water drip into the basin beneath. Next to it a knife, the only cooking i
