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Chapter 1056: Might of Yarzat(1)
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... nted, his eyes fixed on the horizon where a rising plume of dust heralded the approach of the Wolf.
Aye, good blood in that line, Egil would have probably commented, sounding like a muffled howl from behind the visor of his mastiff-head helm as it often was.
The helmet had been his own gift to Egil for the man’s thirty-sixth birthday, and it always made him uneasy whenever he wore it.
Egil had laughed when Alpheo once admitted the helm spooked him, claiming that if it cou ...
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