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... of his dimensional container and stacked them together on the sandy ground of the waste. At the bottom of the pile was the cultist crown, and he knew, in his gut, that his ancestors in the Spirit Plane—or Ghost Lands, as Tenecoalt called that otherworldly realm—would appreciate it as an offering. He wondered about that; would they like it for its Energy, or would they consume the spirit lurking within? At this point, nothing would surprise him.
Dawn was just brightening the eastern horiz ...
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