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... the weight of countless unspoken truths thick in the air. Cambria stood atop the Watchtower’s highest battlement, the wind tearing through her hair, the scent of ash and blood mingling with the cold. Below, the once-proud capital lay in ruins an empire fractured, a people left trembling in the shadows of their own fears.
Maddox joined her in silence, his boots scraping softly against the stone. His face was drawn, eyes hollowed by too many sleepless nights, too many battles fought not on ...
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