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... the borders of their crumbling camp. Urak stood at its edge, arms crossed, the fire’s reflection dancing in his cold, savage eyes. Around him, the tribe had fallen into chaos.
Some orcs ignored him, too broken to care anymore. Others — the weak, the desperate — flocked to his lackeys, now self-proclaimed "rulers" of the food stores. They hoarded what little remained, forcing others to grovel and beg for scraps like dogs.
Urak smiled to himself.
Finally.
Finally, ...
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