The Golden Cellar
The iron bit of the sword slipped in the mud, a wet, grinding failure that echoed in the hollow of Edward’s chest, and he watched with a detached, chilling clarity as the man in the rusted armor swing his mace down with a force that should have crushed the skull of any living creature, only to find the weight of the blow suspended in the air by an invisible, suffocating wall. This was the fifth...
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