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Oh not from the beasts of the plains, nor of the dwindling woodlands. f𝐫ee𝘄ℯ𝚋no𝐯𝐞l.c𝘰m
The night before we reached the checkpoint, they came at us. Not screams and sickles and pitchforks, but sneaking around in leathers made gray by fireplace ashes. If they’d had any skill with their bows and crossbows, our guards wouldn’t have even gotten off a shout.
I clambered to my feet, still wiping the sleep from one eye. I had a shield, but there was little enough time; I pulle ...
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