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... the noise around us changed. The laughter from the nearby bars grew uneven. The roars from the arena dulled, as if attention had shifted. Footsteps began cutting through the terrain with purpose, not wandering or drunk, but measured and deliberate.
Primus noticed it at the same time. His posture adjusted, weight settling into his stance without a word.
Whatever Zerathul had set in motion, it was already close.
I didn’t move.
I remained seated near the fire, one le ...
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