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... he night hushes the earth before dawn. This was a deeper silence, one born from absence—not of sound but of essence. It was as if a thread, once taut and vibrant, was slowly unraveling, fraying beyond repair in the vast loom of his soul.
He sat alone on a fractured boulder overlooking the Blood-Eaten Vale, the wind swirling dust and faded memories across the scarred landscape. His breath came slow and deliberate, measured like a pulse steadying itself after a brutal strike. Yet within hi ...
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