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... d stench of rotting spirit flesh, dried bloodlotus resin, and incense meant not to honor the dead—but to preserve them. Rin stood atop a hill of collapsed barkstone, peering down the broken road that snaked into the valley. Beyond a stretch of graveyard plains and rusted shrines loomed a fortress-city choked in crimson banners and fungal smoke.
Rotroot City.
Once a burial citadel belonging to the Verdant Bone Cultivators of the Eastern Repose Sect, it had been devoured by the Col ...
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