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... ness apart.
That morning—like a wound of light—the march was long and silent.
Adelheid walked at the front, with Kaito advancing beside her.
Their gazes were fixed on a single destination.
There it stood—
Dreisburg.
A forgotten village.
Houses coated in dust, on the verge of collapse.
Unpaved roads.
And the few people who still remained there looked like—
ghosts without graves.
Children chewing on tree bark. ...
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