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Chapter 45 - 44: The Weight of Fire
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... wash of light across the horizon, as though even the sky feared what was coming. The village stirred in quiet ripples, voices hushed, movements deliberate.
Men sharpened rusted blades until sparks kissed the stone. Women carried buckets of water to fill troughs and basins. Even children moved in lines, passing bundles of arrows, bundles far too heavy for their small arms. Every soul in this place carried the weight of a battle none of them were meant to fight.
I stood in the squa ...
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