Chapter 32: Illicit Tryst

Augustus opened his eyes, not remembering where he was. He laid on the docks of the Thames. His shift clung to his back from small puddles on the wood beneath him. The sound of boats pulling in had forced him awake. It was only 5 o'clock in the morning, so it was still mostly dark.

The grey skyline held a small, pale light that would later be the sun peeking in from the East. The moon was slowly dropping from its prominent place in the sky. Thus, day and night were two forces that held equal in the world at that moment.

A slight breeze cut through the balmy weather. It was already 60 degrees out and the air was becoming more humid.

As he slowly sat up, his body felt heavy and he wondered how he was so tired even though he could barely sleep last night. He rubbed his eyes and absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair.

As he watched the sun slowly rise, Augustus flinched, recalling the grave stakes awaiting him this particular day.