Aftermath
Skelly died to a burst of replicated flaming silver coins by the light of a new day. The stairs had emerged in a hidden shaft that led to an old well nearly half a mile from the keep that they’d first snuck into. Battered and beaten, they’d all limped out loaded down with whatever they could collect. While they’d had to leave behind the Kaine coins (“No way I’m risking my neck against the Trogs for coins none of us can carry!” Samuel had insisted), they’d packed the contents of a small bed chamber that had been behind the hidden wall. Skelly had used it as a lair for him to rest and recharge his abilities and had spent quite a bit of time penning his plans and thoughts out in one disturbing journal. Samuel liked to think the pages were just parchment, but he knew vellum when he saw it, a
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