The Iron Crown of Ashes
The fields of Agincourt were a sea of mud and blood, the final stage of a century of hatred. Alaric had been born into that mud, a peasant boy who had watched his village burn in the first year of the war. He had joined the Free Companies not for gold, but for the only thing the world had left to offer: the power to survive. For twenty years, Alaric climbed the ladder of corpses. He was a...
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