The Wistful Dinner
The halberd tip strikes the air, and the air strikes back. You do not feel the impact in your shoulder, but in your teeth, a vibration that rattles your fillings and leaves a taste of copper on your tongue. The mist outside the fortress of Oakhaven is not weather. It is a living membrane, thick and grey, pressing against the stone walls with the persistence of a starving animal. You are Elias...
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