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| the crimson way |
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| by j david jones |
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 the fighting was so fierce that his men began to take it personally and had taken to skinning their enemies and wearing the skins as some kind of grisly cape. at least that's what i'd heard from cebolla, who'd run into them while cutting through the jungle on a personal treasure hunt for a young native girl to suit his peculiar taste for dwarves. he had not been successful. read online |
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