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The Gates of Iron

مؤلف: Emmanuel Rich
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-23 10:19:00

Chapter 38: The Gates of Iron

The fortress loomed like a living beast.

Its walls were black, slick with moisture, rising sheer from the frozen earth. Towers of iron and stone pierced the grey sky, their battlements lined with archers. The main gate was massive—twenty feet of solid iron, embedded with runes that pulsed with a sickly, amber light.

The column stopped at the edge of the killing field.

The ground before the fortress was barren, stripped of trees
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    Chapter 45: The Masks We WearThe armored figure stopped ten paces from me.He was tall, broad-shouldered, clad in black steel that gleamed dully in the grey morning light. His face was hidden behind a mask—iron, featureless, cold. The eyes that peered through the narrow slits were pale, flat, unreadable.The field was silent. The wind had died. The world held its breath.I kept my hands open, visible, unthreatening. The crown blazed on my brow, casting a pale silver glow across the space between us."You are on neutral ground," I said again, my voice steady. "We have no quarrel with you."The armored figure tilted his head. A low, metallic laugh echoed from behind the mask."No quarrel? You destroyed the Council. You shattered the core. You freed the prisoners. You have declared war on the old order.""I declared war on tyranny. On cruelty. On the systematic destruction of my bloodline."The figure was

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