Recent content by The Gavinsborough Man

The Gavinsborough Man watched them slip inside, one by one, the ruin swallowing sound as neatly as it swallowed light. He did not follow immediately. He rarely did. Stone remembered footsteps, and patience kept secrets better than haste. The first chamber opened wide, wider than the entrance...

They never saw him. That was expected. The Gavinsborough Man kept to the higher stone, where the ruin broke into jagged shelves and half-fallen walls. From there, the path below was clear enough, and the entrance sat open like a wound that had never fully closed. He stood still, cloak drawn...

The message reached the *Bruderschaft des Großschwerts* through quiet channels. A place. A time. Dusk, at an old meeting hall near the western edge of the city. No written contract came with it, only the understanding that the offer was serious. The hall was cold when the company arrived. A...