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"As Bork’s hated form lumbered without direction, bringing blackish rotten
death to all that its gangrenous tentacles touched, a young girl in the
remote nation of Thrin was undergoing a ceremony as old as Midia itself.
Her bloodline was prophesized to rise to the defense of this small world in
its darkest hour…and she was the apex of that bloodline. Her name was K’Ar
Tuf."
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