To Besan Wur this backward planet of stampeding monstrosities and stinking humanoids was Sanctuary. Here he could be free--until they discovered he gave off no odor.... A vast dark flood spread across the matted green of the broad Saaaran plain. It rolled westward relentlessly, its outer flanks washing around and over the lower hills and lapping deep into the fringes of the jungle. A rolling endless thunder of countless pounding feet went before its tossing crest.…
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