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... into the familiar stretch of dirt road that led into the village.
The sun, mellow and golden, cast long shadows over the wooden fences and shingled rooftops. A breeze carried the scent of fresh hay, warm soil, and cooking stew.
For the first time in what felt like ages, he wasn’t dragging behind him the weight of war, politics, or divine interference. He was simply... home.
"Young Lord!"
The voice rang out, cheerful and relieved. A group of children bolted from t ...
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