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... rk red embers still lingered.
The ground was pitch black, and the ruins were scattered. The bodies of the Night Guards were arranged neatly, exuding a strong odor of decay.
A butterfly danced in the morning sunlight, fluttering around this small yet oddly charming mound of corpses.
Cléante and Belard stood before the ruins.
Their faces showed neither sorrow nor joy, revealing a serene calm that comes after a profound realization.
It was the numbness after ...
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