Errol
Rain. There hadn’t been rain in months, but of all nights for the sky to release a sea’s worth it had to be this one. Errol pulled his cloak about him tightly, trying desperately to keep warmth from seeping through his armor. He laughed at the absurdity of the idea. If the metal couldn’t keep the heat from escaping, what good would the thin, falling apart fabric do? He longed for the fire filled…
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