The Golden Echoes
The spear tip bit into the wet earth. It held. Captain Elias Vane did not breathe. His lungs burned. The air in the stone pit was thick, stale, and tasted of iron and rot. He was pinned. The weight of the enemy was above him, a tangle of oiled leather and screaming steel. A knife flashed. Elias rolled. The blade missed his neck by a hair. He kicked. The enemy staggered. Elias rose. He was...
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