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Chapter 442 - LXI: Of Death And CHIM
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... nimsun, the Ashkhan of that selfsame tribe of proud warriors and protectors, found himself standing at the edge of Ald'ruhn for the third morning in a row, his eyes still unused to the sight of lands bereft of their curse.
Rolling rocky hills replaced dunes of ash, clear skies of blue overtook endless gray and a pleasant morning breeze caressed his face and beard, not the deathly ash winds that once threatened to take his eyes and skin.
It felt like all his life had been a bad dr ...
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