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... acrid sting of woodfire or the cloying bitterness of burned flesh. No—it was gentler. Finer. Like the ghost of a flower crushed in silence.
Rin Xie stood among the charred corpses of a village that had not even resisted. Their faces were contorted in stillness, not fear. Arms wrapped around each other. Some still knelt in prayer. There had been no battle here. No struggle. Only the bloom of divine flame and a silence that did not end.
The sky overhead remained unchanged—grey, ve ...
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