Words: Brody Rossiter Twitter: @BrodyRossiter KINGSLAYER Heavy feet clamber over the Scottish highland; the lifeless soil as black as a starless night. Thick, grey skies, encumbered with rain and otherworldly echoes seemingly fall to the earth. Weary, bearded faces are striped with war paint and a symphony of unsheathed swords parting life from thrashing figures […]

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