He pushes off from the shore, floating down the river, accompanied by his beautiful queen. The ancient Etruscan uses a long pole to propel his boat forward, letting the slow moving current do most of the work. The apiarist and his beautiful queen are searching for wildflowers.
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Sangr shielded his face with his hand. The midday sun beating on the endless ice created a glare that hurt his eyes even through the cloth that covered them. His main concern was to put one foot in front of the other, but he knew that walking in circles would kill him as surely as stopping dead where he was.
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EditorCurtis Ellett is a fantasy writer who also contributes to the genre in other ways. He has lived on three continents, studied archaeology, and worked as a newspaper ad designer and a bookseller. He now works as an unpaid editor and game master. Find him on Twitter @CurtisEllett. Archives
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