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Those that did not succumb to the disease or the desert heat learned to survive among the dunes. They formed clans of cutthroats and thieves, living off those who entered their domain. Legends were born of masked marauders, appearing like a sandstorm and then vanishing before their victims even knew what had happened, leaving bodies utterly drained of blood. Their skills and reputation have only grown over time."
"Would you be interested in buying these five?"
The man spat on the floor. "Nothing good comes from being associated with the Harajin. Throw them in the gutter, preferably far away from me."
Noah bought some herbs and potions, left the shop, and then ducked into a nearby alley. Not all of his questions were answered, but the scales had been tipped.
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- COMMENTS
darussian14 days agoI have no idea what’s going on in this story anymore and it’s gotten bad enough that I don’t feel like figuring it out. Honestly, I was hoping for improvement but it feels like every chapter I’m convincing myself to give it one more chance. It’s been like ten of those.
Scattered all over the place, story doesn’t make any sense anymore, so many characters introduced that don’t matter it makes it impossible to keep track of the ones that do. … no more.
DoctorAlanalmost 2 years agoIt is rude to criticize such a marvelous gift as your story, but I must point out that there is an incidence of "wonton violence" in it. Wontons are, of course, Chinese dumplings. An over-reliance on spell check can produce the occasional giggle.
Guenhwyvarover 3 years agoExcellent work as always, I’d be interested in supporting your work via Patreon, should it help.
Cheers,
Dennis
