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... t felt ancient and wrong. It was here, sixty miles inside enemy territory, that the Whisperer had made its lair. The corrupted Roman milestone stood at the center of a small, vigilant camp of Silenti guards, pulsing with a faint, malevolent energy that seemed to drink the very sound from the air. The two dozen guards were not the mindless horde-warriors of the frontier; they were attendants, priests of a sort, tending to their dark idol. They stood in silent, patient watchfulness, unaware that a ...
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