I am a disease almost born of legend and always instinctively feared.
Read more...Iorek, Dictator of Alethis, sat atop his golden throne, sneering down at the messenger bowing at his feet.
Read more... Within the room, alone, a muscular man sat drinking from a clay goblet. The wine within flowed across his lips and the glow of alcohol dulled his thoughts.
Read more... King Titus Tatius ducked to the right, using the column as a barrier between the assassin and himself. Another swipe but the Greek stone protected him from death.
Read more... Metrius opened his eyes and awoke into a world of pain.
Agony seared through his head, thumping away as last night’s drink struck blow after blow into the anvil within his skull.
Read more... The face was thinner than his, showing the creases of age and hair a sheet of grey. How had this happened? How had he aged so much?
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