Clone Whispers
Author: J.K. Hades
last update2026-09-14 13:57:07

The freezing rain battered Jamie the second he crossed the invisible boundary of the ancestral wards. The toxic gray fog swallowed the three men instantly. Cedric took the lead and navigated the muddy incline with silent practiced steps. Emeric guarded the rear with his short blade drawn.

Jamie looked back over his shoulder. The heavy oak doors of the High Estate slammed shut. The loud metallic thud of the iron deadbolt echoed through the ruins. They were locked outside. The ocean of dark matte
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  • Old Peers

    Jolie unlocked the door. The rusted hinges screamed as she pushed it open. She stepped into the abandoned blacksmith shop on Copper Street. The air tasted like stale ash and old dust.Janie followed her mother inside. She looked at the collapsed stone furnace and the scattered iron tools. She ran her hand over a cracked wooden workbench."Fifty thousand gold coins bought us a graveyard," Janie said. She picked up a rusted hammer from the dirt floor and examined the pitted metal."It bought us a foundation," Jolie corrected her. "The walls are thick stone. The chimney vents are completely intact. Your father started with much less."A man dressed in a pristine leather apron stopped in the open doorway. He wore the golden anvil crest of the Noble Blacksmith Guild on his chest. He looked at the two women and let out a loud laugh."Did you get lost on your way to the market," the man asked. His voice dripped with arrogant amusement. "The seamstress shops are two streets over.""We are not

  • Wrong Dealers

    Jolie slid the wax sealed deed across the polished oak desk. The official crest of the Iron Bank caught the morning light filtering through the glass window. She pulled her hand back and folded her fingers in her lap to hide her trembling. She had just offered the most expensive estate in the upper district as collateral to a man she barely knew.Leander Tanner sat on the opposite side of the desk and stared at the parchment. The wealthy merchant wore a tailored velvet coat over a crisp linen shirt. He lacked the arrogant posture of a born noble. He was a commoner who had clawed his way to the top of the textile trade and he wore his humble origins like a badge of honor."The Bishop's Residence," Leander breathed reverently. He reached out and traced the edge of the official wax seal. "This is a fortress of white stone and marble Jolie. It is a crown jewel. You are betting your entire future on a single venture.""We need fifty thousand gold coins to start the forge," Jolie stated. Sh

  • Back At Home

    Jolie stood by the pristine glass windows of the grand parlor. She watched two clerics wearing the white robes of the Church unload a wooden crate at the wrought iron gates. The men did not knock on the doors of the Bishop's Residence. They left the heavy crate of flour and salted beef on the stone steps and hurried away down Silvercrest Avenue."They treat us like lepers," Jolie said. She turned away from the glass.Janie sat on a velvet couch near the cold stone hearth. "The Church provides provisions for the families of deployed Holy Knights. It is the law.""It is charity," Jolie corrected her daughter. She walked across the expensive woven rugs. "They look at our hands and they see the mud of Shambles Lane. They leave the food at the gate because they do not want to speak to peasants.""We are not peasants anymore," Janie argued gently. "Jamie bought this estate for fifty thousand gold coins. We own the most prestigious address in the district.""A cage made of gold is still a ca

  • His Arrival

    The capital staging grounds sat in a wide mountain valley safely removed from the toxic gray fog of the lower basin. Rows of thick canvas tents stretched across the damp grass in perfect military formation. Blacksmiths hammered iron horseshoes over roaring forge fires. Capital soldiers sat around large campfires and roasted thick cuts of venison on iron spits. The smell of rich meat and warm woodsmoke filled the crisp night air.Commander Vakar walked the perimeter line with his hands clasped firmly behind his back. The veteran general wore a wool cloak over his polished steel armor. He stopped near a wooden watchtower and stared out into the dark southern woods.Lieutenant Hale walked a single pace behind the commander. The young officer carried a wooden clipboard holding the daily logistical reports."The men are growing restless, commander," Hale reported. He flipped a damp page on his clipboard. "They polish clean swords and eat through our winter rations. We have sat in this vall

  • Decoy

    "Look at the apothecary," Godric pointed across the square.The two story stone building stood intact on the far side of the plaza. Four massive shadow brutes guarded the front door. They stood in rigid formation. They did not slouch or pace. They maintained strict military discipline."We cannot sneak past four sentries in an open square," Emeric noted the grim reality. "We cannot fight them without drawing the entire battalion digging those trenches.""We do not use the front door," Jamie said. He studied the architecture of the apothecary. "The healer told us the herbs are in the back cellar.""The cellar doors face the alley," Godric confirmed. "But the alley is in the direct line of sight of the trench diggers.""We need a distraction," Emeric suggested. "I can circle back to the tavern and set the roof on fire. It will draw the patrols away from the square.""A fire is too chaotic," Jamie rejected the idea. "A disciplined army does not abandon its post for a random fire. They wi

  • A Nation In The Mud

    Jamie pressed his stomach against the cold wet clay tiles of the collapsed tavern roof. He motioned for Emeric and Godric to stay low. The toxic gray fog rolled over the broken chimneys and masked the ruined streets of the lower district."Do you see the movement?," Jamie whispered. He pointed toward the intersection of Weaver Alley and the main plaza.Godric crept forward and rested his wooden bow on the roof edge. The tall archer narrowed his dark eyes to pierce the thick mist."I see them," Godric replied softly. "I count twelve shadow demons. But they are not feeding on the corpses."Emeric crawled up beside them and peered over the clay tiles. The massive shield knight expected to see a chaotic swarm of monsters fighting over scraps of bone. He saw something far more terrifying.The shadow brutes marched down the center of the cobblestone street in a tight staggered column. Four beasts took the vanguard. Four beasts guarded the flanks. The remaining four protected the rear. They

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