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... of metal on metal, and Jarren leaped back and crashed hard on the muddy soil. The helm left his grasp and rolled through the grass, stopping on a patch of mud as lightning struck and illuminated the scene.
For a moment, the Gatekeeper stood still, then he pivoted slowly and his bare face was revealed. Jarren, lying on the mud, saw it. It was weathered, hollow, and twisted by centuries of war and torment.
He had long hair that fell over his face, a scar on his chin, and a dejected ...
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