Tag: The King Is Dead
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Short Fiction: The King Is Dead (part two!)
(Image via Elfkin) This short fiction follows on the last one, because a friend of mine demanded I continue it. So here it is! (Link to Part One) —– Marcellus stared up at the ceiling. “Your father had been obsessed with death for quite some time. I can’t say why or how it started, except…
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Short Fiction: The King Is Dead
The room stank of tallow candles mixed with a pungent incense, no doubt meant to cover the smell of the candles. Karina wrinkled her nose and tried to breathe through her mouth as she entered. Her eyes swept across the hooded figures gathered there, pausing to glare at each one in turn. Why her father…