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Book Of The Dead - Chapter B3C8 - Factions
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... ,” Tyron said as he bowed his head.
A wheezing cackle came from the emaciated figure sat on the large wooden throne at the back of the room.
“No you don’t,” the old man rasped. “You couldn’t give a shit. But that’s fine, I don’t think the three of them care much either.”
He waved a lazy hand up toward the three figures carved and hung on the wall above his head. The two-faced lady, the storm-eyed bird, the withered tree. Crone, Raven and Rot.
Tyron eyed the three ...
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