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... d, trembling amidst the sea of its butchered kin.
The air was thick with the scent of blood and death. Its tiny hands clawed weakly at the dirt, its beady eyes wet with terror as it babbled desperately, pleading for mercy.
Bel stood over it, his foot pressing against its grotesque face, pinning it to the cold stone. The goblin squirmed, its frail limbs flailing, its voice rising into desperate shrieks.
There were no more goblins running. No more distractions, so Bel was f ...
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