[This pot is from Thordin’s point of view.] Menhit let go of Sif, squaring herself to meet Thordin’s charge. Sif dropped to her knees, pale and swaying, weakly clutching at a spot where bright blood soaked her shirt. Anhur’s gaze … Continue reading Seventeen – 03
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