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... n, and the image shifted. It didn’t show banners or soldiers, no grand histories carved in flame or steel.
What rose instead was simple: a line of cattle moving slowly across a plain, heads lowered, a single figure walking behind them with a staff in hand.
He tapped once, and the line curved, almost forming a circle, but it left a gap. Circles in the void never closed unless they wanted to, and this one chose not to. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
"We are not a clan born ...
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