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... and into Lora’s world, the wrongness of the place hit me like a physical blow.
The air, which should have smelled of sun-baked earth and wildflowers, was thick with the metallic tang of dried blood and the acrid stench of burnt magic.
However, the air was the least of the problems. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
The land itself was weeping.
The grass was brittle and brown, crunching under my boots like shattered glass. The trees, once tall and proud, were now skel ...
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