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Rain pelts the earth, drowning out all other sounds. Overcast skies cast a grizzly glow over the land. There's night here, but no sun.

The warrior, blended in with his surroundings, watches the landscape from the shelter of an evergreen tree, high in the branches. He's supposed to be watching for goblins.

He hears a weak heartbeat – he knows the difference between goblin and something else.

This heartbeat sounds much too mortal to be goblin.

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