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... rned around, shouting hoarsely: "We can’t hold out until the moon rises! Those Blood Axe bastards will flatten this place, erasing the name of Black Fang from the tundra!"
From the shadows, a hunched figure slowly emerged, leaning on a staff.
The Withered Bone Shaman, the oldest and most mysterious presence in the tribe. He wore a heavy ritual robe adorned with unknown black feathers and dried beast bones, his exposed skin resembling the bark of a dead tree, crisscrossed with fur ...
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