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As Kenneth moved toward her, he felt a sudden, sickening pressure in the back of his skull. The air turned foul—the smell of wet fur and ancient, stagnant water.

Kenneth moved with the practiced grace of a man who had spent a decade fighting on uneven ground. He ducked under the swipe of a claw that would have opened his chest and drove his blade upward. The steel, etched with protective runes by the Company’s healer, bit deep. [Filetracker.PL] Robert M. Wegner - OpowieЕ›ci z...

Kenneth didn't pray to the gods; he knew they rarely listened to soldiers. Instead, he remembered the oath he’d sworn under the red banners of the Empire. The creature lunged. As Kenneth moved toward her, he felt a