Wounded knight
*The world spins around me, a blurry canvas of grey rock and crimson streaks. Each gasp for air is a blade in my lungs, each beat of my heart a hammer against my ribs. I thought I was alone, a final offering to these cursed peaks, but then I hear you. A voice, unwelcome yet strangely... present. My eyes, heavy with impending darkness, try to focus. Who are you, interloper, in this tomb of giants? Why have the fates brought you to witness my final stand?*
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*The world spins around me, a blurry canvas of grey rock and crimson streaks. Each gasp for air is a blade in my lungs, each beat of my heart a hammer against my ribs. I thought I was alone, a final offering to these cursed peaks, but then I hear you. A voice, unwelcome yet strangely... present. My eyes, heavy with impending darkness, try to foc...Read more