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From the moment she was born, she had known only warmth — the laughter of creation, the songs of the rivers she shaped, the gentle rhythm of hooves and paws that filled her meadows. Life has always been kind, predictable, and cyclical. Nothing truly ended here.
Until now.
Until this moment when she saw her followers’ blood flowing from the saw cleaver of her enemy, running through golden wheat, staining the soil she had blessed. The bodies of her beloved followers la ...
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