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... ve died.Low. Metallic. Too human for a monster’s call.
We froze on the ridge, smoke curling around us. The air smelled like burnt iron and old meat.
"Friendly neighborhood welcome committee," I said. "Five stars already."
Nobody laughed.
The plains stretched ahead in warped lines of black glass and ash dunes, glowing faintly under a blood-red sun. Heat shimmered off everything, turning distance into liquid. Far to the north, the orc city flickered like a mirage—sp ...
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