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... with dirt and fractured stones. Yet when the Crest passed through the ridge at the dawn of the eighth day, they saw the Necrotic Forest stretching before them like a wound in the land.
Kelvin paused at the ridge’s edge, with his hand unconsciously brushing the hilt of Xerion, whose form rested in its dormant glaive-shape that across his back. The blade vibrated faintly, almost like a beast’s growl that is caught in steel.
"I don’t like the feel of this," Darius muttered, with his ...
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