Mathis shrugged a shoulder as a trickle of sweat ran down his neck. There was nowhere to escape the cloying heat; even in the shifting shadows of the castle it was a permanent irritation. He tugged on the collar of his hauberk in a vain attempt to let some air to his chest.
Already seven men had been killed in the tangled corridors of the twisted castle, a secret door whispering open behind them, their throats cut before they had time to turn. Since the killings it had been an order of the Serazin that armour was to be worn at all times until their new home was secure.
New home! Mathis could live here for a hundred years and still it wouldn’t be home. Home was a palace of red stone in a city of paved walkways and open plazas, the comforting red
"in the tangled corridors of the twisted castle" Is it called The Twisted Castle? If not, using tangled and twisted felt redundant to me.
I'll do the whole thing. Send it on!
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Already seven men had been killed in the tangled corridors of the twisted castle, a secret door whispering open behind them, their throats cut before they had time to turn. Since the killings it had been an order of the Serazin that armour was to be worn at all times until their new home was secure.
I recommend swapping those two sentences and rewording them. I had the impression the killings had just occurred until I read the second one.
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