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... moon was yet to make an appearance. The air was crisp with the sharp bite of fear and the faint rusty smell of the blood from small fights the day before.
Goblins stood in messy groups, their green skin dull and tired in the weak light. They gripped spears and clubs with shaky hands. Their eyes darted between the barred gates and the blurry shapes of orc warriors circling outside. Whispers spread like wind through dry grass. Talk of giving up, of offering Vrognut to the orcs to end the ...
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