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... a single figure approaching from the south, moving slowly, unarmed, carrying nothing but a pack and the look of a man who’d run out of directions that weren’t "back." Human. Mid-thirties. The remnants of military boots that had been walked past their warranty. No armor. No weapon. No blessing.
The Gnoll alpha didn’t move from his post. He watched the man approach the way he’d watched fourteen groups pass this gate in the weeks since the war ended — except this one wasn’t passing. This o ...
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