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Arcs of lightning shot down from the mountain. Everywhere the terrible bolts struck, there was nothing but ash and the smell of ozone. The cyclops grinned toothily at the assembled kings. “Gentlemen, you’ve seen what I can bring you. Start bidding.”
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