The Heretic's Light
(V-06: Gothic / Medieval) The dungeon was a throat of stone, swallowing the light and breathing the scent of mildew and old fear. Brother Thomas lay on a bed of rotting straw, his body a map of bruises and broken ribs. The Inquisition had been thorough. They had broken his fingers, but they had not been able to break his mind. Outside the heavy iron door, the village of Oakhaven was preparing...
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