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... scattered across a black rug, yet not a single beam of its countless stars could penetrate the thick canopy of plants, roots, and leaves to reach the bottom of this watery mess.
Not a single grasshopper chirped around him.
Pop, pop, snap.
The ominous sound of weak ashes disturbing the kindling.
"...."
Morg Camus. She was bound and gagged, glaring at the savages of Balak.
With her powers of perception and retention, she had been able to gather some ...
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