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... light touching the waves, and mist rising like sacred incense from the ocean water. Spirit-grass glittered in dew, and the soft rustle of wind brushed through the tents like a lullaby.
The world felt quiet.
Safe.
Healing.
A rare moment of peace for Sanatan Flame Sect.
Inside a secluded clearing, Elder Wan sat cross-legged beside a glowing cauldron. His sleeves fluttered lightly as spiritual fire circled in a calm dance, refining a crystalline lotus essence ...
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