“Hunt down the traitor, and bring them back to me alive!” 

The voice of the Great Khan fills the room, louder than the pounding of many metal fists upon the long table. Inhuman shrieks of pride follow his decree. A violent, ear splitting din ensues. 

Chinggis IV brings his hands together, massive articulated gloves made of steel that clash with a resounding cry. The tent grows deathly silent. All...

The vile one climbed up my spine,

each vertebrae shivering under

its slimy footwork.

The Other came soon after,

filling each empty cyst with

malignant blackness.

An omen flap'd red greasy wings,

and mounted on my shoulder,

whispering the old tongues.

Eyes of the beholder, the

diamond-pearls of yesterday,

are now forever dark.

My cloak against the boring wind,

I dig again into endless sand,

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