At Marcher Lord Press, Saturdays are “Speculative Story Saturdays.” Several Marcher Lord Press authors are playing fiction relay to write this story together. Here is the latest installment. *** An ever-present twilight enveloped the Fortress of Gloom as if even the sun only reluctantly looked upon the blackened stone walls. The great ramparts of Gloom rose from the bedrock of a charred mountain, cursed to let no living plant or creature find sanctuary. Garish gargoyles perched along the grisly battlements, each positioned over a length of chain from which dangled the dead and dying. Be they incompetent slaves or …
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