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... cy, no bells ringing warnings. Just… alive, the way a place becomes when people feel safe enough to exist without thinking about it.
Late afternoon sunlight slanted across the mountain terraces, warm and forgiving. It painted long shadows along the stone paths, soaking into the pale rock until it radiated heat back into bare feet and worn leather soles alike. The training grounds echoed with dull impacts—fists meeting padded posts, wooden staves clacking together—punctuated by breathy la ...
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