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Living among the dead. Part 1 Zirytha jogged briskly through the cemetery at Zikor. Behind her were two large dogs. One with a glossy black coat began to speak, "Oh death Why must you always bring us to this accursed prison to speak with... her?"Living among the dead. Part 1
"Oh shut up you half-brained shadow. That is not my name and I do not care if you know." She suppressed the urge to groan. Trantukas, the talking dogs, could be as annoying and stupid as a sibling seems at times. But everything in what was left of Zikor relied on them. "Whose idea was it to allow you to speak anyways?"
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