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Marcov spotted the modest hut to which the priest had directed him, spent a moment invoking the haunting spirits, and broke into a sprint. He leaped, hurling his whole weight against the shuttered window nearest the front door. Wood burst inward, splinters flying—all in utter silence, for the ghosts of that long-dead village had spread their intangible substances through the surrounding air, muting all sound.

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Loursa moved to Draeven's side, limping, sword dragging point-first through the dirt. "I thought you said there'd only be a few of them!"

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The faintest shower of sleet, scarcely more than an icy fog, began to fall over the battlefield that had been the town of Kelbran. Just another instance of the peculiar freezes and unnatural weather afflicting eastern Touvette in recent months, but this time—as visibility grew cloudy and the churned muck of the earth thickened—it almost seemed a harbinger of the oncoming stranger.

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Rattling shutters and gaps between the wooden slats of walls allowed a faint breeze into the store. The establishment smelled of dust, mildew, and the acrid aroma of burning leaves that kept the ubiquitous mosquitoes and flies from riding the weather inside. It wasn't that much of a store, all in all; but then, it wasn't that much of a town, either.

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Hell or High Water—Chapter Four: In the Lair of the White Leech

Hell or High Waterby Ari Marmell ... Chapter Four: In the Lair of the White LeechWhich one's the Gullet want? ... Don't think he cares, long as it ain't one of the new ones. Someone been in there at least a few days. ... The two warriors—muscle-bound, covered in scars of both battle and pestilence—waded into the waters, making for the stump from which the pulley could be operated. ... What about that gussied-up Shackles pirate we took? He oughta be about ripe by now, yeah? ......
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Hell or High Water—Chapter Three: Over Their Heads

Hell or High Waterby Ari Marmell ... Chapter Three: Over Their HeadsThe undead crocodile lashed out with its tail now, rather than its mangled jaw, and Ameyanda could not entirely avoid the blow. She staggered almost to the edge of the wobbling—and now disintegrating—tussock. ... For an instant, she seriously considered drawing a mambele across her own throat. Considered, and dismissed. ... If they keep me alive, that's their mistake. ... Still, she'd prefer not to leave herself...
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Hell or High Water—Chapter Two: Murky Waters

Hell or High Waterby Ari Marmell ... Chapter Two: Murky WatersI know that the Imjaka, dwelling so near those reaches, have made a greater study of these ‘scavenger gangs' than I, Seyusth continued. That, Ameyanda, is why I come to you, though finding you proved far from simple. ... This time, Ameyanda didn't bother to suppress her sigh. All right, she said, once more hefting her pack. Lead the way, shaman, and tell me what you know. ... Seyusth spoke of his travails as they began to walk, and...
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Hell or High Water—Chapter One: Death, Debt, Doubt

Hell or High Waterby Ari Marmell ... Chapter One: Death, Debt, DoubtThe first of the charau-ka died before he knew he was in danger. ... The huntress had tracked the apes and the traitor from the kraal of the Imjaka, through towering boles and curtains of hanging vines; across mattresses of leaves and fungi-infested soils that greedily retained the prints of passersby. Those who had hunted alongside her had long since turned back, unwilling to press so far from home. ... But she would not...
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