More No Man's Land
Escape
Eerlen
The Royal Chamber was enclosed and too hot. It smelled of sweat and acid vomit.
Eerlen Troz knew where the stink of sweat came from. He was covered in it, his tunic glued to his body, the linen feeling sticky. He realized, through tension and headache that he’d never removed his battle leathers.
He’d been called from the front. From shield …
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