Deep Places (teaser)

“Tell the Legion dogs I want the crosses built by dawn. I’ll have these heretics upon them by nightfall on the morrow. ”

The Inquisitor stood over the pit. His party counted nine altogether. Patterns of frost formed on his silver mask’s dull features, his almost-human visage. White breath poured forth from its mouth and doomed those yet unknown. In truth, he was more cunning than pious, but his authority was divine in either case.

PATMOS ARCHIVE

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[DEEP PLACES coming soon]