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... teeth, their lower forests whispering beneath the night wind. Fires burned low and controlled...orcish fires were never wasteful...casting red light across hides, iron, and scarred flesh.
At the center of the camp, a wide stone circle had been cleared. Rough-hewn slabs marked the edges, each bearing old claw marks and the stains of past councils.
This was a place of decision.
Khao’khen stood at the head of the circle, his presence alone enough to quiet even the loudest w ...
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