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Ten degrees colder than any pain they've ever felt.
Nine more words spoken while they look on in frightened amazement
Eight swords gain controlled, independent flight
Seven screams as slashes soar
Six howls as stabs penetrate
Five crossbowmen lose their trigger fingers
Four beg for their lives
Three-pronged fishing spear drawn by their leader
Two hands holding tight to a blood-stained grip
One thing for sure: this isn't your usual lack of a welcome for outsiders
Her story continues...
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