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... tribe, it was all survival. Hunt, hide, hope not to get eaten by something bigger. No shelter. No help. Just mud, hunger, and fear. Then I heard about this place—this village where anyone could join.
I thought it was a lie.
But I came anyway.
That was months ago.
Now, I wake up in a house I helped build, with a roof that doesn't leak when it rains and a real bed—well, straw and cloth, but it's mine. Outside, I hear the sound of hammering. Someone's always buildin ...
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