

A Conqueror in DefeatThe rasp of my own breathing was loud against the dark walls, the scent of my own sweat ripe. My lantern had gone out several minutes ago and the metallic hint of blood crept in to nestle with the damp odor of mold and ancient stone. My wound had reopened when I'd fallen; stabs of agony and stars of pain whispered through my skull. My left leg was all but useless. I'd been a fool to come here, but the truth was close, so close after all this time.A Conqueror in Defeat
I fumbled through the bits of broken glass for my only hope. Shards threatened to open my fingers as I gingerly felt for the lantern handle. Just a minute, and I could get it
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