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... rs in the mist. The air reeked of damp soil, blood, and something else, expectation.
The young noble clicked his tongue, arms crossed, irritation flickering across his face like a child denied a toy.
"What are those trashes doing? I told them to kill that spider, not take a vacation. Did they run away?"
The old knight at his side said nothing at first. His eyes were on the treeline, scanning the foggy expanse where the men had vanished. Twenty-four armed soldiers. Not sco ...
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