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... entered the Goblin cave.
The cold, dark, foul-smelling cavern gnawed slowly at Oliver’s mental alertness, the heavy stench of rot and damp soil clinging to the back of his throat like poison.
’If not for me being so used to this stench from my past life, I would have run out for a breath of air.’
The same could not be said for his Crow summon as it rocked along his shoulder like it was about to pass out, wings twitching in visible protest.
"You are being sarcasti ...
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