Tea with the Gray Lady
The first sound I heard was the scrape of sharp metal against rock. My sight was blurred, my vision still swimming in murky darkness, but something in the back of my mind registered it, that knife-edge slide on wet stone. The rasp was the same as my mason when he marks out which rock to cut away from the cliff. It set my teeth on edge. The fog in my brain receded, but it left me with only one panicked thought as I strained at the ropes binding my hands: I was a dead man. In front of me, there was a grunt and a heavy wooden creak.
Excerpt from the official short_story by Riot Games — Universe of League of Legends. Story and characters © Riot Games.
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