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... ook dust from the ceiling of the Temple. It was the sound of three hundred heavy mining boots marching in unison.
Iron-Scale stood over the iron grate of the Vault of Whispers. He checked his spear. The tip was freshly sharpened, coated in a paralyzing neurotoxin.
"Do you hear that, Warlord?" Iron-Scale whispered.
Below, in the radioactive gloom, Gorak sat slumped against the muddy wall. The Fragment of the Forgotten had been merciless. H ...
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