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... he rough, carved wood. The square was filling up rapidly, transforming into a sea of painted skin, furs, and stone weapons. The air vibrated with a low, guttural chanting that seemed to rise from the earth itself, syncing with the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of the great ceremonial drums.
He scanned the crowd, his Ash Gray senses filtering through the noise.
It was a spectacle of primitive power. The participants... about thirty of the tribe’s youth... were a mix of nervous energy an ...
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