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... or the quieter grove on the outskirts favored by Zor’kan. The forest was silent, a mute testament to the continuous clanging, screaming, and detonations of magic of every kind that had long driven all the wildlife in the area away to seek safer places.
He stepped into the small clearing, and the reclusive troll glanced up from where he squatted beside his rude hut: a dwelling created from nothing more than a piece of leather draped over a few sticks. A smile creased the skin around his e ...
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