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... low and heavy, clinging to the ruins like a shroud. Cain sat on the edge of a broken wall, his sword buried point-first in the mud before him. The metallic scent of blood still lingered, but he had stopped noticing it hours ago. He was numb, staring at the sky that refused to brighten.
The world around him was quiet—too quiet. Every gust of wind carried the echo of the night before: screams, collapsing stone, the sound of divine energy tearing through flesh and steel alike. It wasn’t war ...
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