Decaying Days Evolve

See the wound, stitch the break in my heart

Frame the knife in my back, call it art

Let it weep, let it fester, gather flies

Watch me drown in a narrative of lies

They missed their window to make for the island, now the Odd Blockers must wait out the winter in a Forest of Eaves village.

But dead and wailing monsters are not the only threats to be found in the rebel stronghold.

As Claire’s sickness gets...