Chapter 9: The Webs We Weave
Chapter 9: The Webs We Weave Andrew O'Kelley andrewokelley.com
The Headmaster of the Mage’s Academy, the Ascended Zekant, pulled his cloak around him, trying to ward off the cold as he rubbed a hand against his arm, shivering. The snow was accumulating on his shoulders as it fell in drifts, but yet the man refused to move. It was unbefitting of a man of his station to be out hiding like a common thief, but yet here he was doing just that.