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... ut not a single ray of its countless stars could penetrate the dense canopy of vines, roots, and leaves to reach the bottom of this watery mess.
Not a single grasshopper whined around him.
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
The eerie sound of faint embers gnawing at the firewood.
“…….”
Morg Camus. She was bound and gagged, glaring at the barbarians of Balak.
With her powers of observation and memorization, she had been able to pick up some of the names and ranks of he ...
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