13 — The Storm

Jack Dolinar
2 min readJul 25, 2021
Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash

The prince, the priestess, the alchemist and the alchemist’s apprentice left Duali by the western gate.

It was early morning. The sun started to rise over the shardlands in the east. They put their backs to it and traveled west, across the sands.​

For six days, Sullam’s blessing was with them. They followed the guidance of a heavy, wooden box compass that the alchemist kept safely stowed in his belt pouch…

Jack Dolinar

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