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The Conquerer Parts 1 2
The sky was quiet. Tor Endril stood, unmoving in the cold winter air. He felt the wind’s icy breath on his skin, but it was more annoyance than nuisance. He idly wondered what the Broodmother might be doing. He longed for Her touch, but the icy wind prevented him from imagining Her warm skin pressed against his own. He scowled, the cold finally reaching his dulled senses. His new instincts caused him to raise his arms in defense, but he stopped himself before completing the motion. He...