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... and collapsing under roaring flames. Smoke billowed into the sky, turning day into a choking twilight. Villagers screamed as they fled, their cries piercing the air, a symphony of terror and despair. Children clung to their mothers, while the old and frail stumbled, their attempts to escape thwarted by the chaos around them causing them to fall.
Riders thundered through the streets, their torches flaring as they set fire to every building in sight, sparing only the central warehouse. The ...
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