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The outer ring of the candidate camp bore little resemblance to the refined interiors of noble tents. There were no floating crystals or obsidian tables here. Instead, the warmth came from makeshift fire pits, the scent of bread roasted over open flames, and voices that held hope like a fragile treasure.
Children of farmers, craftsmen, hunters, even former street rats — they had all come here chasing the same dream:
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