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Folwren
The arrow sliced a long, shallow, ragged gash along his right flank. Rôg's tunic is all stuck into it by the dried blood. His left shoulder is just massively bruised and painful from the whack on it by the flat of one of the slavers' swords.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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