Placeholder: In the heart of the ancient woods, where shadows whispered of long-forgotten legends, the dwarf Halrin Ironfist stood alone, a single figure amidst a world of towering trees and unseen dangers. His breath was steady, his heartbeat a drum in the silence, and his grip firm upon the hilt of his blade. Before him, the earth trembled under the weight of the Gholgaroth, an ancient terror whose very name was enough to turn the boldest warriors pale. Legends claimed it had been born in the bowels of the In the heart of the ancient woods, where shadows whispered of long-forgotten legends, the dwarf Halrin Ironfist stood alone, a single figure amidst a world of towering trees and unseen dangers. His breath was steady, his heartbeat a drum in the silence, and his grip firm upon the hilt of his blade. Before him, the earth trembled under the weight of the Gholgaroth, an ancient terror whose very name was enough to turn the boldest warriors pale. Legends claimed it had been born in the bowels of the

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In the heart of the ancient woods, where shadows whispered of long-forgotten legends, the dwarf Halrin Ironfist stood alone, a single figure amidst a world of towering trees and unseen dangers. His breath was steady, his heartbeat a drum in the silence, and his grip firm upon the hilt of his blade. Before him, the earth trembled under the weight of the Gholgaroth, an ancient terror whose very name was enough to turn the boldest warriors pale. Legends claimed it had been born in the bowels of the

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