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One hundred and thirty-five

POV Amelia

The watchtower loomed over the clearing, its weathered stones etched with years of neglect. It wasn’t much, but it felt like a lifeline in the chaos. As the villagers settled into the relative safety of the structure, I paced near the entrance, scanning the treeline for any sign of Marce...

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