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... her expression was one of deep sorrow and misery. Her luminous eyes, pools of infinite wisdom, gazed down upon the soil below, drenched in the crimson hue of blood spilt in battle. The weight of the suffering and loss of her people pressed upon her heart, All the cries she heard were a burden she could hardly bear.
Her voice, usually melodious and soothing, quivered with both grief and rage as she watched the land. "Oh, my beloved realm ," she whispered, her words carried away by the wi ...
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