“Hold!” Grinnell called out.
Kella looked up from her reading to see what was happening. They had come to a nondescript place in the road to stop, but on the outer fringes of her sight she could see the glimmerings of magic.
The men on horses filed into a line before them and behind them.
“We must be near the tower,” she said to Taroy.
It was late afternoon, and the sun was dipping lower and lower in the sky. Kella could feel the chill of evening creeping over her. Soon it would be full night.
There was no place along the road that marked the pass to the tower. The only way to find it would be to watch the magical stirrings in the air. Kella watched as the line of men and horses filed off the road and into the trees. Nialdaman led the way at...
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