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... faintest whisper of iron blood hung heavy over the Southern Plains. Once, this place had been alive — a valley of green terraces and river-fed soil, where the banners of the South fluttered proudly above the citadel walls. Now, the air itself seemed hollow, stripped of breath and mercy.
Ryon stood at the heart of it. Cloaked in shadows and blood, the Warlock of the South did not look like a savior. He looked like something born from the same darkness that had tried to consume the land. H ...
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