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... attered, but not destroyed. It hung suspended, fragments of stone stitched together by threads of shadow and pale mist.
To the west stretched the Crimson Beastlands, sky the color of burning coals, mountains of bone jutting upward like fangs. The roar of distant monsters shook the air.
To the east lay Murim, serene on the surface, forests swaying with impossible harmony. But even from here, I felt the weight of countless swords, the suffocating discipline of warriors who lived to ...
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