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... nd clothes damp with swamp sweat.
They stood at the edge of the old sinkhole and looked down.
Far below, the boar king churned in rage, bristles matted with mud, its ball shaped charge reduced to a furious pacing circle at the bottom.
It snorted up at them, stamping and scraping as if it could bully the earth into giving it a path.
Lilina leaned over the edge and stuck out her tongue, making faces with the fearless cruelty of a girl who survived a calamity.
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