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... hall, dim firelight cast flickering shadows on the stone walls.
Several Ghost Race elders sat around the obsidian table, the atmosphere heavy.
"Great Elder, do you truly intend to let those two omens participate in the competition? If word gets out, won’t it make other races mock that our Ghost Race has no one?"
One elder with a face full of wrinkles slammed the table, his voice hoarse.
"Indeed."
Another elder echoed, tapping the table nervously with his ...
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