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... nd of quiet that settled only after chaos, when smoke still lingered on the air and the wind carried the ghosts of shouts and dying breaths. The smell of trampled wheat and scorched leather clung to the land.
The echoes of the chase—shouts, the clash of steel, the barking of orders—had long since faded into the hills. Now, the dry wind hissed through the broken stalks, brushing against the Razi soldiers’ armor like a warning. It carried grit into their eyes and the faint scent of burnt o ...
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