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... slightly-bitter aftertaste lingered. The greenish liquid remained pristine as Lake Boolan on the outskirts of Etril as I set the cup down on my table.
The breeze from the Vritra’s Maw Sea sifted through the open doors, bringing the scent of salt and the cries of gulls. But now, a lingering wafting smoke from the steaming stacks of Alacrya’s ironclads also brushed my nose.
I found myself drifting far, far back in time to the old Redfeud War. The last time I had truly participated ...
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