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Chapter 4: [] A Laughable Plan—Or Is it?
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... e only sound that accompanied us was the rhythmic drumming of hooves against the cracked, unforgiving soil of old Valyria.
The air was heavy with the stench of decay, a sour tang that clung to the back of my throat and refused to let go. It was annoying. It seemed as if this land had forgotten what life felt like, choosing instead to stew in its own rot and misery.
Mantarys was a city known for its corruption and twisted tales of horror, where the Doom of Valyria danced in the br ...
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