“On the fifth night, upon the eighth hour, as the fires burned, Abbo was stricken ill by St. Anthony’s Fire. I assumed it was the rye bread he’d eaten as I had eaten the cornbread. I recall telling Abbo to try the cornbread instead, but he never tried rye, and his heart was set on it. I should’ve known better when the merchant smiled, the man never smiles. I think he meant to hurt Abbo...” BittersweetDrearyFantasy BooksEbooksKindleunlimitedPaperbackTundraThedarkesthourLongreads Book:Tundra: The Darkest Hour Source: Tundra: The Darkest Hour