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- He was about to trudge backdown the Horngazel’s swirling tunnel of rock and light when the wind shifted. Angor Rot’s sharpened senses detected a scent on the night air, one that seemed at once familiar and unfamiliar. It belonged to the only other being he despised as much as Gunmar.
- “Trollhunter . . . ,” said Angor Rot as he let the Horngazel close behind him and walked toward the coming storm.
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