Tag: Runes
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9 – The Tower’s Tricks and a Barefoot Stranger
When I come to—head poundin’ like a forge hammer—I see Icarus strollin’ in all casual, into this damned room with the coloured floor tiles, lookin’ like he just popped out for a stroll. No idea why he left Gerhard snorin’ outside on his own, but that lad’s never made sense to me. Shadowstep, twitchy as…