![]() ![]() Only one watchman sits in the stone tower, and he’s too busy trembling in fear and sweating his shirt off. The visor is down, and through its breaths a sickly light glows like a will-o’-wisp, the knight’s features completely obscured. The white helmet ends in a tall ashen plume. Where the chitinous armour can’t cover her, over the underside of joints and the neck, there is taut skin-like fabric. ![]() The cuirass is deformed, exaggerated in its curve, as if the knight’s chest might distend like a fish bladder. Her chitinous armour folds over her slender stature like petals. Its walk seems slow, yet in a short time it covers greater ground than a messenger gelding’s gallop.Ītop rides a manikin knight. Its albino hide ripples with maggots beneath it. ![]() At sunset, a hollow-eyed steed arrives at the gates of Tur. ![]()
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