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Chapter 3: The Palace Ruins-2
“What the hell is that?” Tarran asked, but all he got in response were shrugged shoulders. As he sat on the horse, he then felt his large, silver sword start to shake, vibrating a little, so he leant down and placed his hand on it, almost as if he needed to reassure it somehow. He didn’t know what that meant, but again he felt it must be an omen of things to come. They slowly progressed onwards, up the roadway in the direction of the next town, but the loud, unnatural noises continued intermittently, seemingly ringing throughout the whole valley. None of the men were scared; if anything, it just helped to fuel their inquisitiveness and determination to find out what was making the noise. They travelled for another few hours before they heard another huge roar, this time a lot louder and s
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