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... as they began to carve. The rhythmic scrape of wood echoed quietly through the dim light.
By the time they finished, the town had fully woken. Doors creaked open. Lanterns flickered. People stepped out with cautious, fearful eyes, still uncertain of what the new day held.
Only then did the disguised druids rise.
Clutching their freshly carved wooden statues the effigies of "gods" they staggered toward the town gates. Their faces twisted with feigned exhaustion, fear, and ...
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