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... at and fear. It had been a month since the battle, and the scars of war had become the foundation of something worse—order.
Reed stood atop the half-finished tower of the black stone fortress. Below him, the Hollow had transformed from a battlefield into a broken beehive. Smoke billowed from forges and hearths, while rows of mismatched huts stretched into the darkened treeline. Goblins, humans, and cursed hybrids toiled side by side—bound by necessity, not trust.
The system const ...
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