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Map of Bones by James Rollins5/14/2023 But here in the shadowed gorges, snowmelt had turned the forest floor into a muddy bog. Snow reflected the light, while a billow of rime-frost flagged off the peaks’ razored tips. The peaks shone brilliantly in the setting sun. Though spring beckoned, winter still ruled the heights. He splashed across an icy brook and risked a glance behind him. With his hands clenched on the reins, Joachim urged his stumbling mare down to the valley’s bottom. But true escape still lay another league away. The loaded wagon had reached the bottom of the valley safely. The clash of steel rang as silvery as a chapel’s bells.īut it was not God’s work being done here.įriar Joachim clutched the reins of his horse as his mount slid on its haunches down the steep slope. Behind them, atop the winter pass, horses screamed, arrow-bit and cleaved. THE ARCHBISHOP’S men fled into the shadows of the lower valley.
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