![]() ![]() The stimulant was considered a luxury in Ravka, but some of the sailors aboard the Verrhader had used it to stay awake on long watches. It was the center of the jurda trade, sur- rounded by fields of the little orange flowers that people chewed by the bushel. ![]() Mal and I had come to Cofton to find work that wouldįinance our trip west. Everything tasted like ashes to me lately. The shopkeeper had claimed they were a Zemeni delicacy, but I had my doubts. The calf and collard pies were stuffed into my satchel and giving off a very peculiar smell. Mal and I met every day after work to walk back to the boardinghouse together, but today I’d gotten completely turned around when I’d detoured to buy our dinner. I checked the little map I’d drawn for myself and retraced my steps. Soon we would go farther, deep into the wilds of the Zemeni frontier. The town lay inland, west of the Novyi Zem coast, miles from the harbor where we’d landed. Two weeks we’d been in Cofton, and I was still getting lost. ![]()
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