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... e the goblin guards seem like monstrous puppets against the walls.
Their guttural laughs echoed, a sound that grated on my nerves worse than any screech of metal.
And above it all, on a throne carved from the very bedrock of the cavern, still sat Tharnok.
He was less a person and more a monument of black, featureless armor.
Not an inch of skin, not a hint of a face, was visible.
His helmet was a smooth, impenetrable shell, with no eye-slits, no grille for ...
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