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... t that his divine battalion actually sang praises to the Lord for sparing them.
The Lord’s name probably wasn’t Shinar, but when you were being beaten half to death by your commanding officer, a temporary substitution in worship seemed fair.
Enkrid, for his part, had no room to care. Whatever he heard went in one ear and out the other. He was too immersed—devouring, savoring, and relishing every move Shinar showed him.
The fairy race’s native swordsmanship constantly spar ...
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