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BARBARIAN: Chapter Ninety Eight

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The bell's echo refused to die.

It rolled through the forest like a living thing, drifting between the trees before disappearing into the darkness ahead. The silence that followed was somehow worse. No birds took flight. No insects stirred. Even the wind seemed unwilling to disturb the stillness.

Caierre felt the Mad Wolf retreat deeper into his mind.

It wasn't sleeping.

It was hiding.

That realization unsettled him more than anything else had since the transformation.

The creature that had tor
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