The Weft & The Weave

The Sky burns blood red above Clearcut Village, smoke stings your eyes and the sharp scent of burnt pine needles fills your nostrils. Locals say the fires have been burning for weeks now, the work of malignant faeries they say. A bounty poster hangs from the town notice board, it's edges singed by the embers that hang in the air: TWO THOUSAND SILVER PIECES FOR THE HEAD OF THE CONTEMPTIBLE FAERIE …