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... iliar faces. One was younger than all the rest, not even in his twenties yet. The rest were older, in their late thirties and early forties, each well known to the town for they had each been knighted in the town square, the same square they had all gathered to celebrate.
“Truly a great shame I was not here,” the young noble said, his hair like liquid copper, his eyes emerald green, his ears leaf shaped. “I would have cut down the dogs like… dogs.” He continued to roar with laughter as h ...
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