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Weeks passed.
The village, once foreign to human eyes, now thrived with seamless cooperation. Fields bore crops. Houses rose faster than ever. And every morning, the rhythm of drills, forging, and meditation filled the air like song.
It began in silence.
Beneath the old ironroot tree at the village’s edge, three figures sat motionless, two goblins and one kobold. The breeze rustled the leaves, but they didn’t stir. For three days and three nights, they neither ate nor ...
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