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... by the faint sound of shutters closing as the remaining townspeople retreated into their homes. The fear was palpable, a constant presence lingering in the air.
Draven noted how every villager avoided casting even the smallest shadow, moving only in the open spaces where light from the dimming sun bathed the streets.
Sylara glanced sideways at him, her smirk subdued but still present. "You think this shrine's as bad as the priest says?" she asked, her voice low but teasing as ev ...
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