Chapter 757

By evening, the group arrived at a wayside station.

Calling it a station was generous; it was really just a courtyard enclosed by a few dilapidated mud-brick huts. Parts of the perimeter wall had already collapsed, crudely patched up with bundles of brambles. The yard was overgrown with withered grass that rustled whenever the wind blew.

Morris set his attendants to work clearing out the rooms, th