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... Be Eaten as Food!
The words sent an eerie silence through the air.
The second Hobgoblin, his breath shaky, nodded frantically, his fear almost tangible. Every winter, some of their kin were taken—devoured by the Ogres in an endless, nightmarish cycle of carnage. The very thought made his blood run cold.
The memories haunted him, images of towering, grotesque figures tearing into Goblins as if they were nothing more than livestock. Screams, pleas for mercy—none of it matte ...
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