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... posed roots overgrew the path, and no Lords dwelled in this place. Here and there, they saw ruined castles that had once stood tall and proud. Now, however, they were falling into ruins, and vines were overrunning them. The land was choked with brambles, and the roads were falling apart. Once or twice, William tripped on them and nearly sprained a leg. Vorn found it amusing, much to William's irritation.
He hated feeling so undignified; he hated being cold, being dirty. And more and more ...
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