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... silver wounds in a black canvas. They moved silently across the dunes, the tension of their earlier battle still clinging to the air like mist.Not far from their path, a campfire flickered against the darkness.
Fenrik sat hunched over the flames, his broad werewolf shoulders tense, fur matted with dust. Across from him, a smaller figure in heavy dwarven leathers nursed a battered flask. Galvir, a caravan trader known more for his stubbornness than his wares.
"Nothing is out of t ...
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