The Fifth Horseman
SAM LESEK
He had followed his four brothers into their wasteland in search of survivors. Before him and his steed lay empty streets and silence.
The world was now dark and still, save for the flickering pinprick of hope that dotted the horizon; a sign of lingering humanity. He tugged his steed's reins and marched onward. How he longed to extinguish that light with the bleak winds he brought forth.
And yet, there was no need to make haste; the work of his brothers continued to diminish the survivors as he drew near, for their hearts already knew his name was
Despair.
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