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... usually carried the crisp, invigorating scent of pine and the fiery spirit of a booming industry. But today, the air in the capital of Northreach felt heavy, as if the dark clouds hanging low in the sky bore the crushing weight of the thousands of lives extinguished in Northveil. Along the main thoroughfare leading toward the castle, the citizens—usually bustling with trade and talk of progress—stood in a haunting, deathly silence. They watched a procession that was far from the grand return the ...
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