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Chapter 232: Feast of the Damned
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... the rocky shore, a few small fishing boats bobbed in the gentle waves, their crews pausing to watch the approaching fleet. The salty breeze carried the scent of the open sea, mingling with the faint tang of drying fish and smoke from distant cooking fires. Further inland, small huts lay nestled among the cliffs, their roofs glowing under the summer sun. The cove wasn’t a bustling port, but it was home to those who knew how to survive there, enduring the heat, the jagged rocks, and the violent cr ...
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