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    "story_excerpt": "Chaos. Everything and everywhere, screaming and flames. Bodies litter the ground, some orcs, mostly Dragonborn. I emerge from the surrounding forests carrying the day’s hunt. It falls to the ground, forgotten. \n\nEverything blurs not in my direct line of sight. I rush towards my family’s cottage, dre",
    "story": "Chaos. Everything and everywhere, screaming and flames. Bodies litter the ground, some orcs, mostly Dragonborn. I emerge from the surrounding forests carrying the day’s hunt. It falls to the ground, forgotten. \n\nEverything blurs not in my direct line of sight. I rush towards my family’s cottage, dread filling my heart. As I turn the bend in the road, I stop dead in my tracks. The scene unfolding before me will forever be burned into my mind and nightmares. I see my sister on the ground, dazed or possibly dead, my Goliath mother struggling\nin the vise-like grip of the largest Orc I’ve ever seen before and since. With heightened clarity, I watch as my mother grasps the orc’s left tusk, and with adrenaline-fueled anguish, breaks it off. The infuriated orc throws\nher to the ground, where my mother immediately scrambles to cover my fallen sister. The orc draws his sword from the scabbard at his side, the sound of metal scraping free somehow louder than should be possible. He laughs down at them, then strikes out- stabbing through both bodies with one push. An anguished scream\nerupts from deep within my soul. The orc looks over at me, a vile and evil smile on his face. He pulls the blade free, and with a care-free turn, he casually walks away… this is typically the point I jolt awake from reliving this nightmare."
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