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... seemed a living fragment of the storm, all smoky black and deep gray, crackling with fulgurous strength. It had a tusked maw, cavernous in size, and its perfectly round eyes didn’t seem to blink.
A storm ogre. How?
It had fallen out of the sky. It must have been the presence I’d felt in the storm, I realized. I’d faced ogres before, of varying kinds. We had them in Urn, but ours were mostly Sidhe who’d taken monstrous forms. I knew a war ogre, Karog, whose kind had been molded b ...
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