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... a soft, steady rhythm that was a stark contrast to the frantic beating of my own heart. She was sleeping, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated peace, the horrors of the goblin cave a distant, fading nightmare. I asked her maid to lead the way to her house, my own voice a low, tired murmur in the quiet, post-festival streets.
I followed, my own footsteps heavy with a weariness that went beyond simple physical exhaustion. The village, once a vibrant, chaotic symphony of light and life, w ...
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