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... hung between two worlds. Not quite night. Not fully day. Neither warm nor cold. Neither bright nor dim.
The goblin village was still.
No hammering. No drills. Not even the wind stirred the leaves.
Lumberling sat alone beneath the old tree that overlooked the edge of the crop fields. His legs were crossed, spine resting against the coarse bark. His spear lay beside him, untouched. His eyes were dull, shadowed by sleepless nights. For days now, his mind had been restless, ...
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