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"I wish," began the goblin in a choking voice, his chest
burning and his hands shaking, "that I would be - "
He heard the minotaur's earth-shattering roar directly
behind him. Panicked, he brought the sword up as the
minotaur leaped at him.
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It was cold, but the goblin didn't feel the cold very
much. The chill from the ground seeped into his body and
through his bones, but it seemed very distant and not very
real. It was odd that he felt no pain. For some reason, he
thought that he should.
Someone was calling, someone close by. The goblin
opened his eyes and saw dark gray clouds rolling overhead,
heard the wind tossing the tree branches. Something cold
and wet struck him on the forehead. Rain, maybe.
A new sound began. It was the stupid kender. He was
crying. The goblin stirred, trying to look in the kender's
direction, but he couldn't move very well. He found it hard
to breathe.
Footsteps thumped over to his side. Small, cold hands
touched his cheeks, wiping away dirt and blood. Turning
his head, he saw a thin face with tangled brown hair and
brown eyes.
"Are you alive?" the kender asked, his voice almost
breaking. "I saw you move
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