Ghost Seer, Except, Day 6
His passing took a very short time and was unnerving. He’d spoken oddly in her head with more images than language; she’d had to assure him that no one of his tribe remained for him to protect, that his horse was gone, too. Then he’d walked down the rise, sending a cold wind her way, and vanished.
Enzo had congratulated her, but with less enthusiasm than when she’d helped the little girl.
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