"Come Here!"
Wealthgiver 14
This is the fourteenth chapter of Wealthgiver, an alternate history serial romance about nationalism and cave-Thracians. For the back-of-the-book description and an index of chapters, click here. For the beginning, click here. For the previous chapter, click here.
Kori dreamed of a flooded Mountain.
The pools rose to fill their chambers and springs gurgled down the corridors, hot and cold unintelligibly mixed. The rising waters lifted the Good, pressed them to the ceilings, and held them there, cool, and dark, and deep. They scratched, patiently, to be let out.
She swung her legs off her bed and waded through her thick carpets. There was that noise again at her outer door. The inspiration of her dream? Or a reflection of it? Real drowning would not feel so serene.
"I echo," she called as she left her bed chamber. "Who is it?"
No voice answered, but a hand slapped against the wood. Andrei Trifonovich? But no, that sound had been made by a smaller hand than his.
"Vlada?" Kori hurried to the door and opened it. The little girl had been leaning against it and slumped, groaning, into Kori's apartment.
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