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The shimmer beneath the North Star, the promise that it was a way home though do you know it led forever south.
It's pointless to resist, you're going to see it all. Every last mile, every horror down every hall, all the way to the floors
of hell.
-Nameless
Chapter 1:
I was young when my mother sold me to Castle Snow. The stories about what led to her doing so conflict, yet one thing is certain.
She did it.
She fell out of favor with my father, he divorced her, and all of a sudden she and I weren't nobles anymore. We were on our own.
She tried, for awhile, yet in the end she turned towards a darker path to find solace, found herself in quite a bit of debt. To
mortal creditors, to the Devil of drugs, to the love she had lost. She had to decide, in order to survive, and so she did.
I still remember the climb up to that forsaken fortress often cloaked by clouds. The count's servants had snow plowed the bitter
winding knife edge of a road, the black top a narrow bloodvein that was a mess of cinders, bordered on both sides by mountainous
piles of white. Here and there it was still locked in ice and the limousine struggled, wheels spinning, the weasel chauffeur
cursing.
At nine thousand feet iron gates loomed, creneled walls twenty feet tall entombed by snarls of monstrous icicles. Several guards
haunted a long shadow given flickering life by a dirty bonfire, phantoms in tactical gear and wielding rifles stepping warily
foraward against a backdrop of frost rimed stone and crackling flame. Through the sun roof I saw clouds so close I thought I
could reach up and touch them. My hackles rose, and though the leather seat was soft and heated I felt quite cold. It was hard
to breathe that high. I got light headed.
One of the guards spoke into his radio, a jackal with a broken smile. Through the static I heard the words 'let them through'.
That was day one.
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The shimmer beneath the North Star, the promise that it was a way home though do you know it led forever south.
It's pointless to resist, you're going to see it all. Every last mile, every horror down every hall, all the way to the floors
of hell.
-Nameless
Chapter 1:
I was young when my mother sold me to Castle Snow. The stories about what led to her doing so conflict, yet one thing is certain.
She did it.
She fell out of favor with my father, he divorced her, and all of a sudden she and I weren't nobles anymore. We were on our own.
She tried, for awhile, yet in the end she turned towards a darker path to find solace, found herself in quite a bit of debt. To
mortal creditors, to the Devil of drugs, to the love she had lost. She had to decide, in order to survive, and so she did.
I still remember the climb up to that forsaken fortress often cloaked by clouds. The count's servants had snow plowed the bitter
winding knife edge of a road, the black top a narrow bloodvein that was a mess of cinders, bordered on both sides by mountainous
piles of white. Here and there it was still locked in ice and the limousine struggled, wheels spinning, the weasel chauffeur
cursing.
At nine thousand feet iron gates loomed, creneled walls twenty feet tall entombed by snarls of monstrous icicles. Several guards
haunted a long shadow given flickering life by a dirty bonfire, phantoms in tactical gear and wielding rifles stepping warily
foraward against a backdrop of frost rimed stone and crackling flame. Through the sun roof I saw clouds so close I thought I
could reach up and touch them. My hackles rose, and though the leather seat was soft and heated I felt quite cold. It was hard
to breathe that high. I got light headed.
One of the guards spoke into his radio, a jackal with a broken smile. Through the static I heard the words 'let them through'.
That was day one.
-
Let the chains bite the ice. You never know if you can climb the road or not.
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