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... stwalkers all, clad in the raiments of a dead kingdom, pallid faces framing hungry eyes.
They had emerged from the marshes at the hill’s base, or crawled out of upturned graves beyond the road, mud still clinging to them. Waiting for me.
Well enough.
Dawn had come and gone. Thunder rumbled above. A light rain began to fall.
“You were a fool to come back.” Vaughn faced me from the center of the scattered pack of undead. Encased in a set of old, battered armor, he w ...
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