Gimme Shelter

We left village of Midaki without ceremony. All worn from the events and town peoples most of all. Mayor glad, I thinking, to be rid of us. Half way along road, terrible storm. Icy-ice rain down. Wind almost blow Te’Ka’Mok from back of horsey G’dah’la.  Gami-Gami catch me. Rein horse and sigh. I hear her mutter something…

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Gimme Shelter

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