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... ars shrieking in protest.
It wasn’t a monster that stepped out of the darkness. It was worse.
First came the smell. A wave of stench hit the dungeon chamber. It was a thick, suffocating stench of weeks of unwashed sweat, rotting teeth, and dried blood.
Then, they stepped into the flickering torchlight.
Ten men. Men who had forgotten what it meant to be human
These were not the elite Blackfang Bandits. These were the Dregs. The bottom of the barrel.
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