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... ed across the cliffs, its halls cut into living stone, lit by fire pits that never burned out. From the higher terraces, the land spilled wide—forests as old as time, rivers running silver under the moonlight. To a stranger, it was wild. To the wolves, it was home.
Dera stood in one of the training courts carved into the mountain's side. The ground was rough, uneven, stained from years of claws and blades cutting into it. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, sweat clinging to her ba ...
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