Placeholder: In the murky depths of the mud, a crouching orc lurks, muscles coiled like tightly wound springs, ready to pounce on his prey. His eyes gleam with a feral intensity, scanning the horizon for any sign of movement. The stench of decay hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of blood and sweat. The orc's thick, gnarled fingers dig into the soft earth, his claws leaving deep gouges in the mud. Every sinew of his powerful frame tenses, anticipation thrumming through his veins like a dr In the murky depths of the mud, a crouching orc lurks, muscles coiled like tightly wound springs, ready to pounce on his prey. His eyes gleam with a feral intensity, scanning the horizon for any sign of movement. The stench of decay hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of blood and sweat. The orc's thick, gnarled fingers dig into the soft earth, his claws leaving deep gouges in the mud. Every sinew of his powerful frame tenses, anticipation thrumming through his veins like a dr

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In the murky depths of the mud, a crouching orc lurks, muscles coiled like tightly wound springs, ready to pounce on his prey. His eyes gleam with a feral intensity, scanning the horizon for any sign of movement. The stench of decay hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of blood and sweat. The orc's thick, gnarled fingers dig into the soft earth, his claws leaving deep gouges in the mud. Every sinew of his powerful frame tenses, anticipation thrumming through his veins like a dr

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