This is one of the short stories that I wrote for the Heroes of Steel KickStarter.
Andrew
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The Braeys Warder
Graith woke again to the screaming. For the third night in a row, he lay still in the warmth of his bed and strained to listen. It was just the wind howling off the glacier. Was it not? No, that was a human voice. He sat up right and the icy air swept around his old body. It was only the wind in the rocks. “Just the wind,” he grumbled, but he dragged himself out of bed and into the cold expanse of stone that was his room. Stiffly, he pulled on clothes, a jacket, and a heavy cloak. By the time he had finished dressing in the dark, the wind had calmed and the screaming had stopped.
