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... flocks of black birds screaming into the night. Every death lit the dark with bursts of red and gold light.
Somewhere beyond the ruins of the millipedes’ nests, a new sound joined the chaos — pounding footsteps, the sound of pursuit.
The Dire Wolf
A blur of silver tore through the trees.The Dire Wolf — taller than a man even while crouched — ran like wind given flesh. Each bound crushed roots beneath its claws, and the twin horns on its head shimmered wit ...
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