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... away and looked up at the sparrows who flew away in fear. “How much longer till we get there?”

The dwarf panted and shuffled to Letho, his face red. “About half an hour. We found the body under the oldest pine tree, and it’s right in front of us.” Kaerwen looked around nervously. “Are you sure it’s enough with just the two of us? Why don’t we get more people?”

“No. That’d mess everything up. Now tell me about the victim.”

“Give me a minute. You’re going really fast. How d ...

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