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The helm was thick and heavy, without even slits; designed to block the vision of whoever wore it.
Torraemin of the softlands would have sneered at Jaaeht's pride in receiving it. He and his kin all refused to believe in the creatures it guarded against. "Superstition!" he'd laughed.
Torraemin was dead.
Torraemin of the softlands would have sneered at Jaaeht's pride in receiving it. He and his kin all refused to believe in the creatures it guarded against. "Superstition!" he'd laughed.
Torraemin was dead.