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... stone steps of the ruined temple, stopping beside the corpse of Khajit. The stench of blood hung heavy in the air, thick and tinged with rot.
Khajiit's decapitated head had rolled to the side, eyes wide open with bitter resentment, as if even in death he refused to accept his fate.
Lyle let out a quiet sigh—not out of pity, but rather surprise. At some point, scenes like this had stopped bothering him.
Over a month of slaughtering goblins in the Forest Tob had clearly le ...
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