Tales of Father Malrik Holt

They say the world was forged in chains. Not the kind hammered by mortal hands, but links of judgment and debt, unseen and unbroken, binding every soul to the weight of its choices. In taverns, the old men whisper that the Keeper of Chains walks among mortals, unseen, measuring sins with iron hands. In temples, priests chant that every crime tolls like a hammer upon the links of eternity. And in the alleys, where rain drowns the lanternlight, there are those who swear they have seen the cha...