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No Glory in Estbryn
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Ongoing, First published Jun 07
Mature
Sir Caelum Varros was a knight of honor, a sworn blade of the Ivory Crown. He rode to war for king and kingdom, only to fall beneath the thunder of hooves and steel, his body left broken in the mud.

But death was not the end.

Resurrected by a necromancer's will, Caelum is reborn as something unholy; a revenant stripped of soul, chained by rot and magic, and forced to serve in an undead army that razes the world he once vowed to protect.

Yet somewhere deep within the decay, something stirs. A memory. A promise. A name.

To reclaim his soul, Caelum must defy the one who commands him, confront the horrors he's helped unleash, and rediscover the man he used to be.

This is not a tale of valor.
This is not a tale of glory.
This is a tale of ruin, of rebellion... and of what remains when all else is lost.
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