Untitled Greek Tragedy: Act 2

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When Xander awoke, he had fuzzy memories of climbing blood-stained stairs that tried to throw him off. They were inside a curvy wooden box. The horse. Uneven breaks between the wooden beams let rain slip into their mobile fortress. “Where are my feathers?” he asked the others, and hearing no answer, began to search. His hands scrambled…