“I oversaw the birth of Kings. I remember the river when it was pure and monuments were built to me!”



Another fever had overtaken Old Crow. They were coming quicker now. 


“Gold and spices in abundance!”

Something was changing inside Old Crow.

“Death was just a step in the journey, not an end. What was built still stands!”


Or something else was trying to get out.

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