The Graveyard of Empires — Chapter 10

Previous Chapter Begin at the Beginning Support This Project X. I found Ibroxim that morning, sitting alone and watching the sun rise. He was a tall man and lean, severe of face, and like most Huns had legs bowed from long riding and a finely groomed beard, though his cheeks were not scarred. I hailed … Continue reading The Graveyard of Empires — Chapter 10