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Swamp

Fiafia Haoa pulled her father’s hat lower on her head, trudging through the thick growth of the swamp. The air was hot and sticky and smelled of rot. It was a far cry from the Northern Bay where she had come from. It had been a long trek southward.—From Corruption, an entry in the Tome of CHAOS

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