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... one who became thirsty. As she reached the top, she saw both the militia and the man at arms assembling on the walls. Spears and bows were in their hands, as well as some axes. They looked out over the fields where, even now, the satyrs were beginning to emerge.
They hadn't yet come out of the marshes, however. Many were half-submerged in the water. Others were peering out of the trees or hanging from branches. Like the apes from the stories Aren used to tell.
Eventually, Relma r ...
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