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... and disappearing into the dust.
"This… this is all my fault…"
His voice was hoarse—no longer that of a chieftain, no longer the proud warlord of the Dwarves.
"If I hadn't claimed this damn thing… if I had just let it stay buried…
I thought I could control it. Thought I could use its power to protect us."
He gritted his teeth and punched the ground once, his gauntlet cracking the stone.
"But now—now our borders are burning. My people are dying. All ...
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