The voices, they don't stop. Whispering filthy insults.
“Behind my back, you traitors.” She thought to herself.
Celyreos trailed through the ice white snow; her battered and bloody Lo Guardsmen plate leaving a red trail behind her back to the prison-like tunnels that provided freedom for those...
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