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... ackridge City, carrying with it the acrid tang of scorched stone and the faint, metallic scent of blood. Yan Han stood at the precipice of despair, his fists clenched until his knuckles gleamed white against the bruised purple of his calloused hands.
His dark eyes narrowed, sharp as a hawk's, slicing through the haze of dust and resentment that hung thick in the air. His face, once a canvas of youthful arrogance, had hardened into a mask of grim resolve, the lines etched deep by a single ...
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