The Iron Chateau

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The Iron Chateau

I. The tomb smelled of wet stone and old blood. Alistair Blackwood woke to the sound of dripping water and the distant, muffled thunder of artillery. He lay on a stone slab, wrapped in rotting linen that might have been a shroud. Around him, in niches carved into the black walls, lay the remains of others. Many. Dozens. Centuries of dead men stacked like firewood. He tried to sit up and found...

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