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"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."

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...

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. "Meekhan’s a long way away, Lieutenant," Varit spit,

Kenneth didn't pray to the gods; he knew they rarely listened to soldiers. Instead, he remembered the oath he’d sworn under the red banners of the Empire. The creature lunged. The mountains were cruel, and the spirits were

With a final, guttering hiss, the shadow dissolved into a greasy black smoke that the wind quickly tore apart.