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He turned his gaze to the assembled orcs. "What say you, warriors of the Iron Fang? Do we accept this mad goblin’s proposal? Or do we honor tradition and remain separate?"
The silence stretched for what felt like an eternity.
Then the elderly shaman stepped forward, his staff tapping against the packed earth. "I have lived seventy winters," he said, his voice carrying despite its age.
"I have seen our tribe grow strong, then weak, then strong again. Always, we ...
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