an excerpt

Winstrop   “Winstrop?” He was seated on a stool, sharpening a sword. He turned his head, cocked an eyebrow. “Winstrop!” He sighed, hung his head. He inhaled deeply, leaned the sword against the wall, exhaled. He rose from his stool to stand at attention. Lethargic attention. A disengaged civilian, not interested in standing to anyone’s…