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We are late. A squad of orcs, which entered the forests of Ashenvalya two days ago, joined the battle. Traces on the ground clearly spoke of chaotic movements — crumpled grass mixed with torn sod, broken branches of bushes. One thing was not clear with whom these creatures met. These were clearly not the squads of elves, whose main weapons are arrows. Near the huge intertwined roots the body moved. The Kestrel, an elf-hunter, quickly drew her bow and shot arrows. Each of them reached the goal. But this...
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“I'll be back for you in a few hours.” See me without frills. “The guard giant opened the door and pushed me inside.” The door closed, and I stayed in the half-light of the room. The sugary sweet smell of incense beat on the nose even more than the smell of urine and rot in the cells. Thin pink streams of smoke interfered with the translucent curtain fabrics in the room. Having got used to dusk, I considered that the whole room was covered with small pads, and in the depth of the room there was a curtained bed, around ...
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