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Gormaleesh was standing on the rubble. His armour was battered and he was dishevelled. He swayed from side to side, hissing, a green fire in his eyes. The first wild thrust ripped the cloak from the Munrung's shoulder, but he brought his club cracking down on Gormaleesh's arm. For a second they were face to face, and Snibril's heart lurched as he saw the hatred.
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