Fantasy
The Heirloom
A note from the author: This story was inspired by a character in one of my favourite video games, Dark Souls II. In the game, he speaks with a jolly Scottish brogue, however I didn’t want to go full Irvine Welsh, so I kept the dialect in English with a few Scot inflections here and there. If you want, feel free to read the dialogue in your best internal Scottish accent. Or don’t, I’m not your dad. Either way, I hope you enjoy - Paul
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