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... estral tree, slowly chipping away at the hunk of wood that he hoped would one day become a recognizable figure. But even with the knives he’d taken from the invading trio that had killed the guardian panther, it was slow going. And the results of his attempts at carving were scattered at best.
Gradually, he whittled the hunk of wood down to a basic shape. When he finished, he hoped it would resemble the first Voxxian monster he’d encountered, but he knew enough to recognize that the best ...
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