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... ge, its metallic wings catching the orange gleam of the setting sun. The villagers had started calling it Sentinel. Some left food near its feet. One child gave it a flower crown, which it wore unironically.
Zorawar stayed by the fire long after the children went to sleep. Kairav sharpened a blade nearby, while Vyuk doodled exaggerated battle scenes in his field log, labeling one stick figure Zorawar the Broody and another Vyuk the Fabulous.
"You should rest," Kairav said without ...
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