Andred of Ithvale makes his final march upon Winterspite, but with his quarry lost and strength fading, will the battle-weary warrior have what it takes to resist Parnethia and escape her frozen realm? And if so, will it be empty-handed?

Andred of Ithvale makes his final march upon Winterspite, but with his quarry lost and strength fading, will the battle-weary warrior have what it takes to resist Parnethia and escape her frozen realm? And if so, will it be empty-handed?

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The housing development was called Las Marcadas – The Marked. It sat in a flat plain, firm and abutting against the low hills to the northwest. A nondescript beige sign announced the cul-de-sac entrance in large fonts, overshadowing the smaller National Monument placard pointing north. I parked my rental car and checked my watch.

I was in Albuquerque killing time until my afternoon flight. I don’t know if you’ve even been there but on a late winter’s Sunday there are a million better places to be. The baked brown/grey streets are mostly devoid of life and the air smells of windy sadness. I had asked the hotel clerk how far I could drive away from any of this and still make my 5:00 flight. He suggested Petroglyphs National Monument. OK. That was the plan then.

The drive up to the park headquarters took me through streets of shuttered ‘Big! Lots!’ stores and drooping attempts at suburban gardens. It was all near deserted, save grim-faced pickup drivers and shambling woozy alcoholics, swaying still from the night before. I turned on the radio and sang along to Spanish advertising jingles.

Andred of Ithvale makes his final march upon Winterspite, but with his quarry lost and strength fading, will the battle-weary warrior have what it takes to resist Parnethia and escape her frozen realm? And if so, will it be empty-handed?

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The housing development was called Las Marcadas – The Marked. It sat in a flat plain, firm and abutting against the low hills to the northwest. A nondescript beige sign announced the cul-de-sac entrance in large fonts, overshadowing the smaller National Monument placard pointing north. I parked my rental car and checked my watch.

I was in Albuquerque killing time until my afternoon flight. I don’t know if you’ve even been there but on a late winter’s Sunday there are a million better places to be. The baked brown/grey streets are mostly devoid of life and the air smells of windy sadness. I had asked the hotel clerk how far I could drive away from any of this and still make my 5:00 flight. He suggested Petroglyphs National Monument. OK. That was the plan then.

The drive up to the park headquarters took me through streets of shuttered ‘Big! Lots!’ stores and drooping attempts at suburban gardens. It was all near deserted, save grim-faced pickup drivers and shambling woozy alcoholics, swaying still from the night before. I turned on the radio and sang along to Spanish advertising jingles.

Andred of Ithvale makes his final march upon Winterspite, but with his quarry lost and strength fading, will the battle-weary warrior have what it takes to resist Parnethia and escape her frozen realm? And if so, will it be empty-handed? 

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