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Leaving just before a winter storm had sounded like a good idea at the time. Grai had meant to hit the Crossing for a day or so. Get some heat in his bones. Think about the upcoming year. Dogun had shared Soljor’s intel with him, but Grai hadn’t seen any such tracks. So he’d taken a bit of time to himself. Unfortunately, that storm front had come in a bit earlier than expected and now he was definitely not on the Crossing. He stumbled up the beach, his red coat drenched and heavy with a Tinuvel winter coat.

He glanced about the area. Tall trees, long stretches of beach leading up to rocky ridges high above.

“Atlantis,” Grai muttered. He panted, chucking up a bit of sea water. “Definitely Atlantis.” Salem was only a swim away now. He snorted. Well, he would just wait out the choppy waters and get his breath back. Grab a bite to eat. He took a few steps up the beach towards green grass and the shade. The heat was already getting to him.

“Ugh… winter… you’d think it’d be colder in winter,” He muttered aloud again.

“It was never cool in the Dunes,” Grai’s head snapped up. For a second, he thought he saw a red coat, bloodied and dirty with dead eyes. He shook his head and took another close look.

“Kel’s dead,” Grai’s voice shook as he attempted to reassure himself. “The dead don’t come back. The dead don’t come back.” He just needed some food and rest to clear his head. That was all.

He wasn’t crazy.

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GRAI ^{STALLION * FIVE * MIXED * CHESTNUT * 15.2 HH * THE INLET * FATHER TO NONE * BADR X VESTI}