The King’s Nephew A foul curse escaped my mouth as I was barely able to hang on to the cliffs. That was a close call. I maneuvered myself to a ledge and pulled myself over. Heaving slightly, I laid down for a break and shielded my eyes from the scorching sunlight. My sword never feltContinue reading “The gift of short story for SHADOW SUMMIT”
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