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... dunes, carrying with it the persistent smell of scorched dust and rotting flesh from the many students who had perished during this little war between factions.
In this desolate setting, silence didn’t really exist. In the distance, muffled explosions still echoed, accompanied by flashes of light and stifled cries. Yet here, in this portion of the desert, everything seemed frozen.
Kris Donoghan stood straight, his spear firmly gripped. His hand trembled slightly, but it wasn’t fr ...
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