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... ts, cloaks, even the air itself. The road had crumbled into jagged stone and gnarled roots, winding through a barren plain under a sky the color of ash.
No birds called. No insects hummed. Just the steady crunch of boots, the clop of hooves, and the groan of cart wheels grinding against the earth.
Reth rode near the column's center, his armor chafing at his shoulders, heavier with each passing day. His sword rested against his hip.
The [System] hadn't pinged with anything ...
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