The Golden Cellar
Could a man truly save his brother if saving him meant erasing himself? Văn Trang asked the question to the dark, his knuckles split and weeping blood as he drove his elbow into the shadow-wraith. The creature was not a ghost, but a physical knot of guilt, a manifestation of the Lord’s crimes that fed on the air of the subterranean vaults. Trang was the only one who could see them, a curse...
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