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... blue sky as Elijah padded across the tundra. His steps were so light that he barely even left prints across the snow, but even as cautious as he was, he still moved quickly enough that, within a couple of hours of sunrise, he spotted the first sign of civilization when he saw a dark plume of smoke twisting in the air. Soon after, a series of buildings came into view.

Reminiscent of the architecture of the ulthrak village, the buildings’ walls were composed of thick, grey hide stretched ...

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