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... o the horizon like a dying ember. The world had not known peace for years—only echoes of it, drifting like smoke through shattered lands. Once, the field where they stood had been alive with laughter and song. Now it was a graveyard disguised in flowers, each bloom drinking from the blood of the fallen.
Elias tightened his grip on his sword. The edge was dull, the metal pitted from countless battles, but it still felt like a promise. Beside him, Mara adjusted her dented armor. Her breath ...
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