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The Voyage of Elwar Soran - Chapter 14

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Published: Jul 22, 2012

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And so ends part two of the story. I hope you've enjoyed it and look forward to reading the conclusion for the journey.

Have to say I'm a bit surprised at how long the second part turned out to be. Hopefully the third portion of the story won't develop into a similar beast