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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.

He scooped her up, shielding her from the spray of the mountain spring, and began the long climb back toward the light. Above him, the red banners of the Sixth Company fluttered against the darkening sky. The mountains were cruel, and the spirits were old, but the Guard was still there. And as long as the Guard stood, the Empire had a heart. [Filetracker.PL] Robert M. Wegner - OpowieЕ›ci z...

"Meekhan’s a long way away, Lieutenant," Varit spit, though he was already checking the iron spikes in his boots. "Up here, there's only the cold and whatever spirits are screaming in the wind." Kenneth, a lieutenant of the Mountain Guard, stood

Kenneth didn't look back. "She’s the daughter of a freeholder who gave us grain when the pass was blocked last winter. Meekhan doesn't forget a debt." He scooped her up, shielding her from the

A shadow detached itself from the mist. It was thin, far too long in the limbs, with fingers that ended in hooks of bone. It wasn't a beast, but a hunger —a remnant of the old wars that still haunted the deep places. It hissed, a sound like dry leaves skittering over a tombstone.

"Stay still," Kenneth whispered, his hand drifting to the hilt of his short sword.