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... was eerily dark.
The sky was like a handful of coarse salt scattered across a black carpet, but not a single ray of its countless stars could penetrate the dense canopy of vines, roots, and leaves to reach the bottom of this watery mess.
Not a single grasshopper whined around him.
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
The eerie sound of faint embers gnawing at the firewood.
"...."
Morg Camus. She was bound and gagged, glaring at the barbarians of Balak.
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