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As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky
the three travelers, men of Willowdale
emerge from the forest shadow.
Fording the River Don, they turn south, journeying
into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer.
Even now the intensity of his dread power can be felt
weakening the body and saddening the heart.
Ultimately they will become empty, mindless spectres...
Stripped of will and soul, only their thirst for freedom
gives them hunger for vengeance...
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