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... elt almost surreal. The ground, once a battlefield, was now littered with remnants of the chaos—broken weapons, torn earth, and faint traces of blood. The early morning sun painted the scene in hues of gold, softening the harsh reality of the night’s events.
Eric stood at the center of it all, his body weary but his spirit unbroken. The weight of leadership bore down on him as he looked around, taking in the faces of his pack. Some were wounded, others grieving, but there was a sense of ...
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