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... e to the broken lands. Tyron blinked and rubbed his eyes as he breathed slowly to still his heart. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his skin felt caked in dirt. His clothes certainly were.
He could feel the warping effect of the broken lands beginning on the edge of his senses. If he moved a hundred metres further north, he'd cross the threshold and be in the midst of it, but he didn't dare.
Despite the fact that an army of slayers had swept through the area and slaughtered ev ...
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