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... unrise.
Not a metaphorical one. Not a beautiful one either. Just the kind of dungeon sunrise that happened when the bioluminescent root canopy dimmed at the same time as the eastward moss-lamps flared, which looked more like someone dropped a blanket on the sun and then poked holes in it.
They arrived in formation. Which is to say, no formation at all, just a jumbled trail of carts, runners, and one goblin riding what might have been a shaved dire mole.
The mole did not s ...
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