CHAPTER 4. THE END OF ALL THINGS
”If you should find water, ask her where the gates lie. We pray you find the gates of Nottingham. Nobody was ever meant to come this far….” Ask her…. where the gates lie. I keep saying the words, hoping to find the answer to the riddle. I have found the waters. The wailing waters. But how do I ask them? Truth is, I did ask. I spoke the words, out loud, sounding as earnest as possible. I waited for an awkward moment, too embarrassed to look Shadow in the eye. I felt my face turn red as I caught Shadow shaking her head out of the corner of my eye. I have ridden up the mountains a couple of times. The scenery is to die for. Lush greens as far as the eye can see. In the distance, the mountains appear a dreamy blue as the sunlight dances playfully with the fog that turns thicker as you go up. The hillsides that stand closest appear darkened by their own shadow. There are streams flowing from the highest peak, one breaking
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