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... barely breathed at the tension.

The condorowl called again, the urgency in its tone now evident.

Krow leaned close, quietly spoke. "How far is the timberline?"

"Maybe…half a tower?"

That was five storeys, in draculkar terms. Around thirty-five meters.

Between them and those covering trees, was open mountainside.

So close, yet so far.

He let out an aggrieved puff of air. The bartender at the Crossed Dragon was a rotten bastard. Who gave this ...

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