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... nned to spend my first night back, but Thirstfall doesn’t care about comfort.
I dig through the swordsman’s remains. I don’t waste time rummaging. I know exactly what he had. I remember the weight on his left hip.
The leather armor crumbles like wet paper, but I find it attached to his rotted belt: a rustic flint and a small ox horn sealed with wax and worn by time.
I shake the horn carefully. Liquid sloshes inside.
Oil. Old, thick, but flammable.
"Th ...
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