It was neither late nor early. It was right there on the border where waning night and rising day met. The hour was neither dark nor light, but a gray in-between. Gray was the day, gray is the night. The dew lay thin on the streets. The warmth was waiting on the horizon with the first light. The...
Hawkflesh opened his eyes slowly at first and the quickly.
"Oh shit!"
Slowly he rolled over to look at the dark abyss which should have been a canopy. The trees around him had sprung up overnight and the leaves on the ground were just the right kind of wet rot the feel horrible under him...
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