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... oar of battle cries - those would have been clean, almost dignified.
But no.
This was something uglier. The wet crunch of bodies breaking. The screams that started human and ended animal. The constant, grinding noise of violence that had lost all pretense of glory and become pure mechanical slaughter.
"Bloody hell," Torrgh whispered, his scarred face going pale. "How long has this been going on?"
"Does it matter?" Zara’s voice was flat, but her silver eyes were ca ...
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