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The goblin’s death rattle echoed off stone walls as Rhys pulled his spear free. The iron point came away with a wet sucking sound that turned his stomach. He’d heard it a hundred times before on the village palisade, but it never got easier. Black blood dripped from the weapon in thick globules, pooling on the tunnel floor between chunks of rubble and scattered goblin weapons.
The metallic tang of blood mixed with the musty scent of underg ...
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