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Torben awoke slowly and groggily from yet another night of disturbed sleep. For the last three days, his dreams had been haunted by snapshots of Hrex and Aristotles, none of which had been as long or as vivid as his out of body experience, but they had all filled him with a sense of dread. He had watched them swelling the ranks of undead thralls that stood about limply in the ruined manor house, and he had seen flashes of them bargaining with an enormous Lupine, whose dark grey fur was slashed with a multitude of pink scars, and who glowered out at the world with his single, evil-looking amber eye, the other milky and lifeless. He had seen that Lupine and his fellows raiding, slaughtering indiscriminately, under the direction of Hrex, and bringing the bodies back to the manor, piling th
