Sunset at the Borgo Pass

Arwy Official

The last minutes of the chase contained more life than many quiet years. Hooves struck frozen ground. Men shouted in languages half understood. The cart lurched between rocks, its drivers whipping the horses toward the pass. Behind it came the hunters, spread across the slope, each knowing that the sun was the true measure of the battle. If it fell before they opened the box, Dracula would rise among them renewed, an…