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... of impending confrontation. The town was silent except for the low whistling of the wind.
Jolthar sat by the fountain, his usual composed demeanour replaced by a deep, contemplative silence. His dark eyes remained fixed on the rippling water, though his thoughts were far from serene.
The faint murmur of townsfolk being evacuated to the mines echoed in the distance. Their hurried footsteps and whispered prayers added to the growing unease.
Roblan approached hastily, his b ...
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