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... illing over the ruined town.
Fires of war had cooled, replaced by cooking pots and small campfires warming food.
Everyone had eaten; everyone had rested.
The mood had shifted, balancing on the edge of relief and lingering unease.
In the center of town, beside the cracked plaza fountain, neat stacks of fresh-cut lumber lay prepared—arranged by the puppet knights wielding axes.
Javier stood nearby, arms crossed, watching silently.
“You, come here.” < ...
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