"Please," a woman whispered, holding a bundled child. "The guards at the border... they’re turning everyone back. Unless you have the pass. Or the coin."
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They weren't heroes. In this era of the Great Plague, "hero" was just another word for a corpse. They were mercenaries, bound together by the thin thread of shared hunger and the weight of a few crowns. "Please," a woman whispered, holding a bundled child
The sky over the Tiltren Highlands was the color of a bruised plum, heavy with the threat of snow that never quite fell. Kaelen wiped the grime from his rusted hatchet, his knuckles white from the cold. Behind him, the rest of the troupe huddles around a meager fire—Dagmar, the archer with a permanent scowl; Berenger, the brute who ate more than he fought; and Silas, the thief they’d liberated from a pillory three towns back. Unless you have the pass
He tossed a small bag of dried meat toward the woman. It wasn't much, but it was enough to see them through the night. "Move along," he ordered. "Before I change my mind."
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As the refugees faded back into the dark, Kaelen sat back down. The world was vast, cruel, and indifferent. Tomorrow, they would fight. They would bleed for gold, craft better steel, and maybe—just maybe—find enough salt to make the stew worth eating.