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Heavy clouds hung over the vast valley, the air around them had a scent of rain-soaked earth and burning incense.
The grand funeral stretched across the royal courtyard, filled with nobles, warriors, and common folk alike.
Everyone was silent.
The banners of the fallen were draped over the ceremonial pyres, their flames moved against the wind.
Their light danced upon the polished marble of the Sanctum of Heroes, where names were etched into stone—Raphael’s ...
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