Chapter 102

The kindling was consuming viciously, yet Gerald Wimbledon didn't feel a significant part of the intensity. In spite of the fact that he was in a huge tent made of sewed calfskin, and the ground was likewise totally fixed with no air spillage, he actually felt cold. His toes were particularly cool, they were nearly stuck to the point that he was unable to feel them any longer. "This damn spot, even the pee freezes when you take a piss." he spat and stood up. He got the table on the two sides with his hands. At the point when he utilized his entire existence, so that even his hand became red from the work, the six-foot square wooden table became vivacious and left the ground. After he put the table at the edge of the fire pit, Gerald felt much more agreeable. He removed his shoes and put his feet close to the fire, warming them in the intensity. He spread out the text look with his hands again and kept on composing the incomplete letter. "Dear exquisite Olivia." "It has been now a