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Chapter 17
Chapter 17 Darkness Once More Arastor stayed as far to the shadows as the cavern allowed. Barefoot and with only a small sword in his good hand, he could keep close to the intruders without being seen. The Dwarf followed the group, hoping they would pass through the dead village and that Darkm would still be in his hole. If luck is on our side, thought the Dwarf. If not, I’ll have to finish the fight fast. Arastor glanced down at his still-injured wrist, wrapped tight with two small sticks to keep the wrist as immobile as possible. One handed and with no one to back me up. The fish-men were at the edge of the village. They had passed several Peks lying about, appearing to be uninterested in feeding on the dead. Arastor released a breath, unaware he had been holding air in his lungs a
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