The Distant Affair
The iron taste of blood mixes with the salt spray as you drive the blade into the flank of the beast, a creature that is not quite wolf, not quite deer, but a twisted amalgamation of flesh and shadow that shrieks in a voice like tearing metal. You are alone in the courtyard of the Blackwood Citadel, a fortress of stone and silence that stands on the edge of a cliff where the sea boils against...
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