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... stone floor with the force of his simmering rage. His face was a mask of fury, his nostrils flaring as his eyes burned holes into Wavecleaver’s smug grin.
Then he stopped.
Halfway to his chair, Saltbeard turned slowly, his massive frame coiled with tension. His fingers flexed, as if testing their grip, and his shoulders hunched forward ever so slightly. For a fleeting moment, it was clear to all that he was weighing the thought of lunging at Wavecleaver, and perhapse pop his eyes ...
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