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... ith torchlight and tension. Fifty villagers formed a ragged circle around the rough wooden platform—hastily erected from tribute planks and lashed together with hemp rope. Flames hissed against the damp night air, casting long shadows that danced across faces frozen between awe and dread. The pyre of the four dead scouts still burned behind them, black smoke curling upward like a warning to the mountains.
Qing Yue knelt in the mud at the platform’s edge, wrists bound behind her with her ...
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