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... le and scorched flesh filled my lungs - familiar companions in this dance of death. Desh'ea burns. My brothers and sisters in chains dance free among its flames, and I watch warriors claiming to be my blood tear through our oppressors like paper.
Kharn. The name echoes in my mind each time I watch him move. My... son? The concept should feel foreign, yet something deep within my blood recognizes truth in it. His movements are poetry written in violence, each swing of his blade precise ye ...
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