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You follow the muddy path down the valley. The mists rise and fall, such as a gentle wave. Shredded banners and corrugated swords accompagny your steps. Suddenly, you hear a whisper, somewhere between the dead branches of a hollow tree. How could it be though ? This vale was deserted long ago, before the great battle that took place here. Yet, you have the feeling to be watched by baleful eyes...

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