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... , its scent of petrichor despite the rain not having fallen. The woods that severed the clan from the red mist sang its eerie hum, and despite the losses of the season—Kael and the Vargan slaves of the allied packs whose names had been lost to death and their memory eroded by time—we would march out and hunt under the gaze of the crimson moon.
And hoped that we all made it back home.
Alive.
And that we would not join the army of nightmares.
Yet as my mind whirled ...
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