Dark Fortress--Showdown (part 1 of a daily series)

From the Writings of Historian Cire Darb from the collected myths of the Swohs Valley Elders

He emerged from the treeline and was greeted by a row of several hundred long spiked poles topped with severed heads. Some were fresh with black feathered birds pecking at the flesh. Others were just skulls obviously from less recent victims. Each pole was caked in the blood that dripped down their lengths. He boldly stepped out into the pathway that lead to the dark blackened fortress in the background
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BAC