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... m watched Zul’Morak fling his house’s red cloth. The shaman strode to the center of the circle. With each step, bones scraped against his skull staff, the soft sound enough to drown the festive voices from the crowd in a devout silence.
Zul’Morak’s eyes blazed beneath his hood as he struck his staff on the stone ground. "After fifty long years, a cycle ends. Who calls for an end, calls for our ancestral ritual fight!"
The crowd cheered until he closed his fist overhead. Then sile ...
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