Skip Scherer - Author @skipscherer.com · May 12 He rose from the corpse, wiping his hands on its bloodied clothes. He gave a nod. There was always something trying to distract him, trying hard to veer him from his path. But Kru knew better than others—such diversions were for lesser men. Find the Jur Poral, save the world. Kru accepted the price.
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The price. Kru paused at the thought, squatting to rummage through the boy's pockets. A cold shiver rushed down his spine as his fingers met silver metal. He pulled it up, rolling it through his fingers before slipping it into his palm. He smiled, standing to walk, the coin held firmly in his hand.