With a final, guttering hiss, the shadow dissolved into a greasy black smoke that the wind quickly tore apart.
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As Kenneth moved toward her, he felt a sudden, sickening pressure in the back of his skull. The air turned foul—the smell of wet fur and ancient, stagnant water. With a final, guttering hiss, the shadow dissolved
The spirit shrieked—a sound that bypassed the ears and tore at the mind. Kenneth felt his nose begin to bleed, but he didn't falter. He stepped into the creature’s reach, grabbed its icy throat with a gauntleted hand, and twisted his blade. As Kenneth moved toward her, he felt a
"Stay still," Kenneth whispered, his hand drifting to the hilt of his short sword.
Kenneth, a lieutenant of the Mountain Guard, stood at the edge of the ravine. Below, the mist was a thick, grey soup. Somewhere in that soup was a wagon—and more importantly, the young girl who had been inside it when the bridge groaned and gave way.