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... > Dawn was breaking, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.
Fang Hao and his three companions sat beside the carriage, while the Elven young master Eugene, with over a dozen of his trusted aides and the middle-aged caravan steward, also rested nearby.
A campfire flickered before them, as they tended to each other’s wounds.
For those already lying on the ground, cold corpses, these people were lucky.
At least they were still alive.
Of course, out o ...
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