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Chapter 17

The air, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, carried the weight of unspoken grief. The funeral pyres, burning steadily on the outskirts of Silvermoon, cast long, dancing shadows that mimicked the restless spirits of the fallen. Each flickering flame represented a life extinguished, a warrio...

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