Previous<\/a> – Book1 Page35 \u2013 Next<\/a><\/p>\n Chapter 5<\/strong><\/p>\n Missing<\/strong><\/p>\n Being stabbed awkwardly in the soft, sensitive part of your lower eyelid, by a jagged shred of dried hay, is not a welcome experience. Especially when you\u2019re asleep!<\/p>\n Forcefully brushing it away from his left eye, with the sort of push normally reserved for a wasp buzzing about his face, MickeyWarr slowly opens his right eye. Half opens it, squinting in the half light of the barn, trying to make out what\u2019s going on.<\/p>\n No wasp!<\/p>\n With his left cheek still firmly on the floor he opens his left eye a little, and tries to focus.<\/p>\n A few broken rays of sunlight have found their way through the gaps in the uneven, dilapidated wooden walls. This hard floor is unmistakeably dry earth, and the inadequate layer of hay was certainly not conducive to a good night\u2019s sleep.<\/p>\n Even with global warming it\u2019s still a typical, chilly Sunday morning in late October, and MickeyWarr is not dressed for rough sleeping! He\u2019s dressed for a Saturday night out at the tavern. A smell of unfamiliar manure hangs in the air. It\u2019s not goat dung. He knows that smell, but this one is heavier, clinging to the lining of his nose and throat, like a drowning man who\u2019s clinging onto a rope and refusing to let go.<\/p>\n Raising the left side of his head off the floor a little, he looks about.<\/p>\n \u201cAngel! Angel, where are you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019s not \u2018ere mate,\u201d says a raspy, gruff voice to his right.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019s gone, you\u2019ll not be seein\u2019 \u2018er again.\u201d<\/p>\n Except for the docks, where the pirates are in control, the local militias run everything in Worringfolk. ThunderCloud won\u2019t have his hands soiled by doing the dirty work, so he leaves it to the pirates in Boot, and to the local mobs inland, to handle all day to day business.<\/p>\n Previous<\/a> – Book1 Page35 \u2013 Next<\/a><\/p>\n Previous – Book1 Page35 \u2013 Next Chapter 5 Missing Being stabbed awkwardly in the soft, sensitive part of your lower eyelid, by a jagged shred of dried hay, is not a welcome experience. Especially when you\u2019re asleep! Forcefully brushing it away from his left eye, with the sort of push normally reserved for a wasp … Continue reading “Chapter 5 Missing035”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[4],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.slenderwolf.com\/novels\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1004"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.slenderwolf.com\/novels\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.slenderwolf.com\/novels\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.slenderwolf.com\/novels\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.slenderwolf.com\/novels\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1004"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.slenderwolf.com\/novels\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1004\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1005,"href":"https:\/\/www.slenderwolf.com\/novels\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1004\/revisions\/1005"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.slenderwolf.com\/novels\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1004"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.slenderwolf.com\/novels\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1004"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.slenderwolf.com\/novels\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1004"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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