There was no avoiding reality. Hawkflesh, elf swordsman and reaver. Slayer of men and beasts, was utterly lost.
He stopped under a brief shaft of dull grey light in the forest and looked up letting the soft and frustratingly sporadic rain beat an uneven rhythm on his face.
I had been a full...
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