The writer gives life to a story, the reader keeps it alive.
Alexand returned from the barn alone, and Heyem and Antun saw that the grave robber had disappeared along with the mysterious Field Marshal Panak. Alexand turns off the light so it is dark enough for them to see a projection on the wall. (Happy New Year everyone.)
The cart doesn’t stop, as the danger of being hijacked gets greater, the deeper they travel into Kekexili. Heyem is woken from her sleep as the carriage jars to a halt, and the sound of gunfire ricochets around the desert.
