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[Arlin]

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Taste was the first sense that returned.

Water. Dirt. Bugs. Filth filtered between his lips. It was then he realized he was lying face down in mud.

He could hear the distant sound of the ocean, lapping at the land. Wind blew. Trees creaked and swayed. Birds chatted about the hulking man still lying face down in the mud.

With the encouragement of his feathered friends, the hulking man pulled himself out of the muck. He seemed unbothered. Heavy boots carried him through the mud, and the familier scent of Yew wafted to his nostrils.

Home.

Or what once was.

He had lived a thousand lifetimes since leaving Sosaria. He was not thrilled to be back. But he had a job to do.

The Black Dog was back.
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As the fire fades to night, remember always the ember that started it all.