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Auburn Souls

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Mosha swallowed hard. He felt the weight that King Falgen hung over him, unspoken. His wicked eyes held daggers at the ready to slice Mosha's proverbial throat. "I am done, Falgen. I had fought for years under your command, slaying countless enemies for you. I was obedient. I was submissive." He clenched his jaw tight, remembering how he killed thousands, acting by instinct to kill. "That day ended a decade ago."

"Is that so?" the king hissed. "Then, I suppose you remind me how your last battle at Razor Ridge ended?" King Falgen had Mosha cornered.

To Be Continued...

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