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... like a mourning shroud. The scent of scorched flesh and iron filled the air, thick enough to taste. Blackened bones and ruined weapons littered the stones—the remnants of a warning delivered in blood.
But the kingdom still stood.
And Riven stood with it.
He leaned against the broken base of the old watchtower, the anchor-staff propped beside him. His armor was still scorched, the ash of battle clinging to the folds of his cloak, but his eyes were sharp. Unyielding.
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