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Excerpt from "Tales Of The Barbarian" by John T. M. Herres Able VS Chosen Ones     Able snuck through the darkness, his small incantation allowing his eyes to see. The rocky ridge covered with snow and ice proved challenging as he navigated toward the base camp of The Chosen Ones.     He could see the harder patches of ice and avoided the loud crunching from his weight smashing them. Being wrapped in thick hides and furs also slowed progression, but in order for his attack to be successful, none of the smaller considerations could be overlooked.     He sighted a glow over some boulders half a mile ahead. Climbing to a higher vantage po

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