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... will be a sandstorm tomorrow morning.”
Leaving those words behind, Mogul, dragging two girls, ducked back into the tent.
One Eye chuckled. In the desert, having a bandit under his command who could predict the weather felt almost like possessing a divine artifact.
No sooner had he finished laughing than a dark figure leapt in from outside the camp, landing solidly beside him. Before One Eye could react to what was happening, a scythe swished past him, hooking out a ball o ...
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