Lost to Earth: Book Three
The floor of the tent is an oriental carpet that took the bearers many minutes to roll out.
Too bad I have to tromp in the mud to dirty the beautiful designs. A few candles are lit around the
tent, chasing away the night, but were creating long shadows. Bryce is sitting in the center where
the lighting is best, with a table in front of him.
On the table, a chess game was laid out, ready for play. Uh. What?
"Sit, Jesse," Bryce points to the empty chair on the other side of the table. Heart in my
throat, I do as he bids and sit, examining the exquisite metal chess pieces in front of me. The cost
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