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... shadowy depths. The fresh scent of earth and leaves mixed with something fouler—the unmistakable stench of goblins and ogres. Our group pressed forward, swords drawn, eyes scanning for movement among the trees.
Peter halted, raising a clenched fist. "We’re close," he whispered. "They should be up ahead."
I could hear them before I saw them—low, guttural chattering, the sound of rustling foliage, and the occasional stomp of something much heavier. Goblins were annoying pests, but ...
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