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... re, the body hunched, head bowed, hands trembling like dry leaves. But the eyes... the eyes had begun to shine again.
Not with madness.
With memory.
There was something in the air. A weight that wasn't mine. It was his. And no matter how loud my leg screamed for me to keep walking, no matter how much my survival instinct yelled "drop the goblin and follow the light," I stayed.
Because there was a story here.
And if there's one thing worth more than gold... ...
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