In the centre of the Keep stood a courtyard and within that courtyard stood the well. At the threshold, he realised the area was empty. So far, my luck is holding out.
Marc made his way towards the well, hugging the outer wall as best he could to remain in the shadow. Once within twenty paces, he faced the well and pushed off the wall to make a run for it?
“Halt!” someone bellowed.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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