Chapter 42: Shattered pretense

Disorientation hit me like a fist. One moment, blackness, the scent of leather and Talon, the feel of his heavy breathing on my back. The next, chill stone on my face, the reek of wet straw and blood, the distant rumble of Borin's malevolent laughter. Nightfang. Terror, icy and cold, gripped my thro...

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