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                                    Heretical Fishing - Chapter 16Book 4: : Martial
                            
                                                            
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... f decaying plant matter mixed with earthy undertones, combining to cool my throat and soothe my racing heart. There was a good reason for my swift pulse; we were climbing the final hill between us and Tropica.
We were almost there.
To the south, the path of destruction wrought by the king’s arrival was a dark scar, unmissable for its magnitude. The entire mountaintop it led to had been scorched, the previously lush peak now blackened and bereft of life. It was a sobering sight, a ...
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