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... g through his shaking hand.
Is this how I die? Shot in the head by some maniac with a crossbow?
He had no Hellfire Ritual circle prepared to defend himself with, and without his magic, he had nothing to fight with.
“Help!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, falling back and kicking away from the house. “Someone, help me!”
“Wait,” the voice from inside said, and Zeth frowned, recognizing it. “Zeth, is that you?”
“Turin?” Zeth called into the house. “Did-di ...
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