Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Lamentations for the Fallen (part IV)
Standing on one of the highest battlements of Fortress Cazrigar, Rhothwin pulled the grey, woolen vestment over his shoulders and wrapped the black, bearskin cloak around his body. He drew himself up to his full height and felt his body relax: he was exposed to a bitingly cold wind blowing down from... Sign in
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