“Oh Ozeanchor! Our ancestral home, May you forever be encircled by the smell of glory! With the Sangre’s gifts, The S’reph’s sight, The Human’s skills, The Giant’s might, With sword or book, On wing or foot, Will protect our homes and rights, WILL PROTECT OUR HOMES AND RIGHTS.” The giant’s roaring finale rattled the prison wagon. Petrev shook his head as Private Apso made another futile attempt to silence Din by banging a pan against the bars. Read more at
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