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... p> Three weeks passed, quietly and without ceremony —
as though time itself had been humbled by the weight of what was to come.
The elf did not seek praise, nor recognition, yet the villagers had begun to look upon him as something more than a stranger.
He spoke little, but when he did, even the wind seemed to pause.
Valtor had declared himself general, not with words but with his stance, his steps, the way his eyes scanned the horizon as if war itself could rise ...
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