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... n wound in the world.
Even at the outskirts, the air carried a faint metallic tang, as though blood had soaked so deeply into the land that it could never truly be washed away. The ground was a cracked mosaic of crimson-brown stone and blackened soil, threaded with veins of dull red crystal that throbbed faintly.
Victor slowed only slightly as he crossed the boundary marker.
Immediately, the noise hit him.
Shouting cultivators.
Clashing steel.
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