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... pale smoke, tasting of wet earth and decay—a stark, overwhelming contrast to the sterile dust of the desert they had left behind.
Krug sat beneath the rotted husk of a giant tree, his back pressed against the damp wood. The Shepherd’s Stick stood planted in the mud beside him, its red gem pulsing with a low, steady light that pushed against the encroaching shadows.
He didn’t sleep. A Shepherd didn’t close his eyes when the flock was blind.
Around him, the tribe had surren ...
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