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In our silence, the wind conducts a foreboding tune with the trees acting as the grandest of symphonies.
My hands are too clammy. Wiping my sweaty palms against my shirt proves a fruitless effort. The tight grip I have on my axe insures they’ll just become sweaty again in a few moments.
For a fleeting instant, I miss our time marching here.
Today is the day we attack the goblin camp. We adjusted the formation yesterday and reached our final campsite without running ...
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