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The evening sun hung low over the old cemetery, casting long shadows that draped over plots and headstones. Old monuments stood statuesque i..

Pushed from behind, Grimketill fell forward into the hard, ice crusted snow of the frozen north, throwing his shackled hands out in a vain att..

Drunk with Death By B. R. Bloor Darkness clung to him like a tight cloak, wrapping around him like a garment woven to ..

The Storm By B. R. Bloor Dearbhail wept in the darkness of the stone tower, her sobs masked by the blowin..

Not Even the Smallest By B. R. Bloor Casting a long shadow before him that stretched across the frozen trail the wanderer appro..

A Night Such as This By B. R. Bloor The dark soulless sky brooded ominously over Ragnarr as he trudged through the deep snow o..

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