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Know, O Prince, that there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars. Hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer. Captured by the Hyperboreans, he escaped and made his way saouth. Green to civilization, and entirely lawwless by nature, he made a rude living as a thief...