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... > Through plains scorched black by something older than magic.
The closer they got, the more the world began to unravel—not from chaos, but from intent.
Flame bent backward. Wind moved in circles. Stars realigned themselves.
And finally, at the edge of the world where even maps refused to draw borders...
They saw it.
It was a flame. But it had no light.
A tower of heatless black fire rising into the sky, pulsing not with life—but memory.
Th ...
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