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... glacial chill of ice, and the decrepit malevolence of undeath; the stench of unwholesomeness, a foul odor and the sharp, visceral tang of fear that permeated even the mana that rolled off them like a miasma. Her domain groaned under the strain of keeping her plants from just withering and dying from their presence. Five of them, and by the time she found them with her senses, they were already halfway across town like deadly arrows of destruction heading for her heart, leaving a wake of explodin ...
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