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The earth shook in long, rolling pulses—like something enormous had woken beneath the soil—and the wind carried the scraped-bone hiss of a swarm running out of targets. The northern horizon was a blur of dust, broken trees, and skittering shadows.
But the workers didn’t see any of that at first.
They saw only the torches—hundreds of them—moving in a frantic line away from Grim Hollow, carried by men and women whose faces were carved by exhaustion and panic. The north road was ...
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