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Chapter 6 by TheProletariat TheProletariat

You hear more trogs from beyond the darkness....

Put her out of her misery.

You find your blade and swiftly put the Queen out of her misery. You think to carry it, but the carcass is stewn about, her entrails alone constitute much of the floor around you now.

Run, or fight?

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