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... ellow eyes blinked at the figure that stepped into the grey light—not the same boy who entered.
Blood matted his shirt. Claws had torn it during the trials. His eyes no longer held the dull brown of a human but glinted with a faint sickly green. His veins had darkened, pulsing slightly beneath his skin. And behind him stood Shia, blade-drenched and smiling, proud.
The goblins parted, uncertain.
Then came the elder.
Crooked, grey-skinned, with one cloudy eye and on ...
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