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The knight's once shining armor was now pockmarked by acid; the leather straps holding it together snapped one by one. The raucous spectators roared approvingly as the champion fell to his knees.

"What foul magic cursed that cudgel?" the knight gasped with his remaining breath.

"Curse? It's the blessing of the Festerwood, and it won't be denied."

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