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... e morning light.
It spilled across the battlefield like a reluctant witness, its rays sharp and unyielding as they carved through the haze.
The light fell first on the remnants of the old war—shattered blades half-buried in dust, ribcages picked clean by centuries of wind, helmets rusted into grotesque masks.
These were the bones of a forgotten conflict, a graveyard of ambition left to rot. But the sun did not linger on the past. Its glare sharpened, relentless, as it ill ...
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