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... m was like a conceptual plague.
It didn’t just burn his skin, oh no it did much more than that
It was eating his sanity, his will, even the mana in his veins, turning his legendary dwarven vitality into grey slush.
His warhammer was gone. His armor was a pool of molten slag around his knees.
The High Priest of Rot floated closer, raising the Scythe of Decay.
"Look at you," the Priest gurgled.
"The Great King Durin. Just a piece of rusted iron waiti ...
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