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... early dawn in a fragile stillness. The air was sharp, touched by the lingering violence of the night before, as if the earth itself remembered the clash of two spears and the death of a general.
Yet the Feilun Sect did not rest.
The disciples roused themselves with tired but determined faces, the echoes of their celebration gone, replaced with the weight of what lay ahead. The halls, the training grounds, even the courtyards—everywhere rang with the scrape of weapons, the murmur ...
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