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... ke a whisper into the horizon’s smudged ink on damp parchment. The air had shifted, taking on that subtle, heavy chill that came with the settling dusk. Shadows stretched longer, creeping beneath the towering trees like silent stalkers, and the dim glow of scattered campfires flickered against the encroaching dark.

The loose camp for Wanderers stood ahead... less of a structured outpost and more of a scattered congregation of the weary. Newly Makeshift tents sagged under their own weight ...

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