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... g on the old stone, the smell of blood and burnt flesh in the air, or the darkness that seemed to emanate from every corner. The quiet made it feel like a tomb.
No one said anything, and no one even moved a muscle. They all just stood there, frozen in shock, trying to understand that the peaceful blacksmith who had made them farming tools and kitchen supplies had just killed a man with his bare hands.
Greg stayed on his knees where Bork and Felix had pulled him off Elias’s body. ...
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