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... t slivers of sunlight fading into the treeline, the sky bruised purple and red above the forest. A hush rolls over White Stone as wolves gather in a wide ring, bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder, eyes locked on the stretch of bare earth in their midst. The soil there is not like the rest of the land. It is a cursed red-brown, stained by centuries of blood. Nothing grows here, not even weeds—the ground itself remembers death too well.
Tonight, that memory will be fed again.
Camer ...
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