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... e stop at the gates of the Harheim tribe, its wheels crunching softly against the gravel path.
Before them stood a sight that commanded both respect and caution. The gates were immense, carved seamlessly into the side of a mountain that loomed like a silent guardian over the tribe.
The walls, thick and towering, were made of stone that had been weathered by centuries of wind and rain, yet they stood unyielding.
At the top of the wall, massive spikes jutted outward, their ...
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