The wind picked up, carrying a blanket of frozen precipitation. The icy tips of the tree branches knocked against the open window in Adam's room.
He slept soundly only until he was awoken by two strange men.
Adam rushed downstairs and thought the rusted door, which stood agate.
One of the men had a long unruly beard and wore long tattered clothing. The other one was much taller and his clothes were unnaturally clean. The two men were too caught up in their conversation that they didn't notice Adam sweep past them.
He ran in total darkness until the snow crunched under the soles of his shoes once more.
He was almost into Aslain Wood. He just didn't know it yet.
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