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... e, his sausage-like fingers surprisingly nimble as he pulled up a tactical map of the area I had sent him. He began directing squads of kobolds to set up kill zones and choke points.
We were no longer the hunters. We were the prey, waiting for the wolves to descend.
The hours crawled by.
Night fell, and with it, a cold, tense silence.
I stayed within my metal shell, the disguise now more important than ever.
I watched the sky, waiting for the first, faint ...
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