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... hanged. Must be near dusk, I thought. Fell asleep again. Brassard’s going to give me a lecture.
As the fog in my skull cleared, I realized in a flash where I was. The following realization — that the old ranger was long dead — was like physical pain.
I lay in damp undergrowth in the sickly woods of Caelfall, not on the borderlands of Harodell. I was in my middle years, world-worn and tired, and not an eager young man set to challenge all the tyrants and monsters of Urn with nothi ...
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