hefted Mr. Sweezy in his grasping, amphibious maul.

In the wake of Grog’s advance, Percy knelt at the edge of the keep’s entrance, face to face with the darkness grinning back. “Keep to the light,” he muttered, facing forward—loading Retort on the sly.

The group shuffled in behind Grog and within the throat of the manor—readying themselves for whatever threat lay ahead.

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