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The
sound of pickaxes rang through the air in a cacophony of percussion.
The air reeked of animal and human filth. Deep furrows in the muddy
track..
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The first time Erik had walked into
the great hall for the banquet he had to stop and catch his breath. The vaulted ceilings were frescoed with
mura..
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Erik faced three more combatants
the following day, a knight he noted was one of Sir Haile’s associates from the
previous evening, one fat man..
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Barastan had always been a peaceful
village. It was small, only a few shops in
the market with homes and a small inn that was almost always empty. T..
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The castle dungeons were cold,
damp, and dark. Everything smelled of
mold, mildew, and decay. Erik was
certain more than one person had died in the..
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Erik stood over the body in the
sand. Blood glistened off of his sword,
the slick red contrasting the silver of the steel. Around him the crowd was ..
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There was a
formal ceremony for Erik to accept the title and position as personal guard of
her highness, Lady Kiera, the princess of Keldred. Erik f..
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Erik sat dozing in a chair he
propped against the door to their room. Kiera
was asleep on the straw mattress that made the bed. Erik had picked the ..
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The air stank of human waste, mold,
and decay. It was a familiar smell,
burning through Erik’s nostrils and bringing up old memories of his la..
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Travelling north seems much like
travelling any other direction at first.
After the first three days it was apparent they were not travelling in a
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