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The Lady's Orcs
It proved a restless bed the three Orcs settled into. Something pulled at the core of each of them . . . tugged hard at them beneath the stones.
A fresh breeze slipped into the cracks in the bloodied stone. It bore a feel of cool mists and smelled of salt. The songs of seabirds echoed faintly in its passing. It troubled the three fëar . . . bringing both alarm and an uneasy longing . . .
‘M’Lady?’ Gorgu said, his voice low with an uncertain edginess. ‘What is happening?’ The other two crowded close behind him, waiting for the sound of her voice.
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