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... when the Resting Camp had turned into such a shambles? Where on earth had this Golden Teeth sprung from?
“Your naming style is quite reminiscent of the Undead Empire. Who is your king?” Negris asked.
“Our king, Steadfast Locke, the Lord of Mourning, the Undead King! Tremble at his name, you foolish mortals!” The last remaining head of Golden Teeth roared from where it sat.
Everyone turned to look at Lisa, “This doesn’t feel right. It feels more like the Church of Light.” ...
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