Prologue

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"No!"
The sound of hammering hooves could be heard through the pouring rain. It was muddy and the air was full of the smell of decaying carcasses.
"Where is the bunch?"
"I don't know sir."
"I told you to keep track of the bunch, they could jump on our back at any moment !"
"I- I'm sorry sir, I'll try to do better next time."
"There will be no next time for you!"
All you could hear then was a scream piercing the rainy night.

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