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Breath Before Impact
Lantern light. Wet stone. He stands still long enough to be mistaken for afraid. Footsteps rush in. A punch, he doesn’t block. He empties the sp...
Soft Hands, Hard End
Night. Rain. Stone. Liang waits. Three men step in. Steel whispers. No threats, only breath and intent. The first lunges. Liang shifts an inch. ...
Ashwood: The Marrow Hunt
The Ashwood was never quiet anymore. The trees whispered with the dry rasp of infected lungs, the ground crawled with the stink of rot, and the win...