20
The Falconer's Stairs
"You've got to be kidding me," Julian said, earning a shrug from Melanie. She didn't bother with any other response.
Julian reached out and ran his fingertips along the surface of the rock. Though smooth, it had a gritty feel, like sandstone, and a film of dirt rubbed off as his fingers traced over it. The rock beneath was more grey, and glinted in places.
His fingers reached the edge of one of the cuts and he pulled his hand back with a yelp. The cussed thing was sharp! Looking down, he saw a small line of red welling up from his fingertips.
"Bloody hell," he said, and he turned his hand so the others could see.
Melanie raised an eyebrow. "Interesting." She stepped closer and leaned in to examine the rock where Julian had cleared off the dirt. "This i
