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Gone was the somber hush of mourning. In its place rose laughter, the scent of roasted meat, and the rhythmic beat of drums crafted from stretched hide and bone. Campfires burned bright, their golden light dancing across the clearing and casting shadows on smiling faces. Goblins, kobolds, and humans, once strangers, now sat shoulder to shoulder, sharing drink, meat, and stories.
The celebration was both a welcome feast and a declaration: We are still alive. We are stronger now. ...
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