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... s the dried riverbank. Some of the old stone buildings were still connected by rotted, open walkways. Windows without glass sat dark... except for the faint glow of firelight that leaked from one side of the central structure. Five months of hunting the scattered ex-Saltfire cells had led to the last stronghold of the leadership.
Yatrel er Goltbred crouched in her battle outfit behind the petrified tree line with twenty-three volunteers from various Guilds. All united by the knowledge th ...
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