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... , the world felt softer — as if it had been kissed by some kinder hand than the harsh gods of the North.
Winding stone paths carved through vast gardens where fruit trees bloomed in careless abundance and fountains sang their eternal songs. Vine-draped pergolas shaded marble courtyards, and laughter—soft, musical—floated on the breeze like petals.
It was a land of dreams made real, rich beyond measure, yet touched by an easy grace. Here, war was a distant memory, and power wore s ...
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