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... within three miles of Strekke’s border. Wounded, limping my way through the scattered woods, I knew I couldn’t outrun them.
Didn’t matter if I could move fast, as much blood as I left in my wake. The child necromancer’s undead bloodhounds could track me until I collapsed.
I needed a way out.
Ghosts haunted my steps as I drew deeper into the wilderness. Drawn by the scent of my blood and my Alder-alloyed soul, they congregated in the shadows until the woods seemed nearly a ...
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