And just like Kennet, it too has been waiting. It now sits upon a throne reaching long, shadowy fingers down into the city, fingers that can still slice. One is driven by a war he will do anything to escape, and the other by an ambition that is drowning him wave by wave.Īnd watching over them all is what spilled the immortal's blood a thousand years ago. And the knight and the actor have their own plans. Ten centuries worth of waiting.īut just because an immortal is more certain of seeing the next dawn than anyone else, doesn't mean he knows what it will bring. So, as the hourglass sands slide into the Night of the Red Lady, he sets his pawns loose. One thousand years ago, the imperial city of Masque made him bleed, and now he wants to break the blade that cut him forever. A knight, an actor, and an immortal walk into a palace.
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