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The woods were still and silent. No birds sang in the boughs of the trees, nor did the wolves that frequented the area howl, despite the dark of night that reigned over the land.
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It was over, but Adrastos couldn’t make himself believe it, even as he stared across the lake at the burning city of Vortigern. The one place he’d sworn to protect, burned to the ground. Its people murdered in their sleep by the invaders. How had it come to this? He stood on the beach, watching…
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Visha crouched in the shadows of a large chimney, gazing down at the manor across the street. The manor of Lady Sophia Everston, the closest thing she had to a friend. The manor that she was supposed to sneak into to kill its owner, by order of Mistress Lairis. To kill Sophia. Visha sighed and…
