Fortitude - Chapter 14 by xx--ingie--xx, literature
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Fortitude - Chapter 14
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Slowly I drifted toward consciousness, aware of a throbbing pain in my head. Something soft and wet gently dabbed at my face and hair, cleaning away the dirt and blood from my fall. I murmured softly, struggling to open my heavy eyelids.
I lay in a small bed, staring up at a cobwebbed stone ceiling. A single lantern provided adequate light for what appeared to be a tiny, single room house. It sat on a small table, illuminating a variety of items — and the cloaked figure who used them. Quietly he wrung a cloth into a bowl, his face hidden beneath his hood.
I tried to speak but managed only a small croak, since my throat felt d