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... alone amidst the breeze blowing in from the lake.
His hair was sparse, his eyes bulging, deep wrinkles etched across his pallid face. His body was thin and stooped, cloaked in a loose, dark robe embroidered with patterns of thorns and spiders. His bony hands leaned upon a rotting wooden staff, and his cloudy eyes gazed solemnly over the broad expanse of water.
This old man was none other than one of the high-ranking members of the Eight-Spired Nest, known as the Priest of Fangs. ...
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