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... he wet, muddy ground. “Skittering through the wilds, too blind to see the path, insisting still on the old ways, flailing deep in the mud. This world needs not men like you anymore. Your false Gods lived too long in their forged peace, but the end is nigh, and it's coming for all the enemies of the Damned.”
His skin was sickly pale, paler than a corpse’s, scratched hard as if he’d made a habit of using his nails on his face. The hood and the robe shaded most of his frame, but Valens coul ...
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