The Crimson Guardian

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The ropes bit deeper into Thomas's wrists with every desperate pull. He stopped, breathing hard, the cold Yorkshire wind slicing through his shirt like a blade. Below him, the peat pit yawned black and indifferent. William was on his left, three feet away, his face grey with exhaustion and something worse—resignation. "We've been down here since yesterday," William said. His voice was flat. The...

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