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... distance.
The early morning light seemed thin in the foothills, the fog that rolled off the mountains lasted until the sun was high overhead on cold days. Even so, the dirty streak that stained the sky seemed to trace its origin down to a point on the ground.
“I don’t fucking know, you fuck! Why do you insist on saying this shit out loud?”
“Shut up, Dove,” the Necromancer muttered absently as he continued to examine the sky.
The more he looked, the more the sense ...
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