Posted on 22 January, 2018 by Stamphers
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His breath was heavy as Karl stumbled down a hill, with branches whipping his face through the thicket. Hoarse voices echoed his surroundings and men rushed down beside him. Karl grit his teeth as blood trickled from a gash on his forehead into his…
Category: FantasyTags: amwriting, battle, burning, death, Fantasy, flash fiction, knights, short story, soldiers
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