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FROST - Chapter 114: Perfume of Decay
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... rely in one arm and Seravine clinging to his arm like a spider with no sense of personal boundaries, he snapped them both through the fabric of space and reality.
With a rush of displaced air and a sound not unlike a wine bottle being uncorked by a snobbish sommelier, they landed back on the surface—more specifically, in front of the old, huge tree they descended into.
Surprisingly, the high elf was still there. Not just loitering, mind you, but dramatically posed in front of a r ...
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