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... e able to, but there was only one small church in town with a minuscule number of priests and none of them came to investigate what happened at the scene of the explosion.

“Damn it, I won’t get anything here without dawnlight, but I can’t move it without risking losing the undead I’ve already captured.” Lukas muttered and clicked his tongue in disgust.

“I’m sorry sir, but the undead had already fled by the time we arrived. We found nothing but injured people at the blast site.” O ...

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