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... ere the air hummed with distant whispers of magic and despair, a bard's voice rang out.
They stood atop an intricately carved wooden platform, a relic from a time when this land flourished unchallenged. The bard's song—a lament for Barangay Saliksik—flowed like a haunting river, weaving imagery of radiant days turned to ash, of villagers swallowed by despair, and of monstrous forms birthed by cursed emotions.
The crowd listened in silence, their faces betraying a mix of pity and ...
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