Warrior’s Rest

How I loathe the afternoon sun of this desert’s summer season. Into the dark spaces of my cavern I crawl. Leaveth me high-lone. Only when the cool of night has descended, then will I emerge, once again to pursue my hunt of the Goliath.

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