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... was calm and the wind was still.
The fire at the center of the traveling crew was doused unbeknownst to them, the cold taking over and the lingering aura began to make its play.
The swamp came alive, corrupted, and swarthy, speaking to Rav. It was disrupted, magnetic, and in Faetong.
Regardless, Rav was familiar with the language of the Old, so the moment it spoke forbidden to his ears he awoke with a start, swinging his blade around a nonexistent enemy.
The whis ...
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