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No gunfire, no collapsing steel, no molten roars from Rift-born nightmares. Just the Hollow Plains stretching wide and cracked beneath a bruised-red sky, and the ruined farmhouse cellar that had become their refuge.
Ethan sat at the cellar door, the faint wind tugging at his hair. Beyond, the scorched fields whispered under the breeze, their broken furrows glowing faintly with Rift scars. This was a world undone, but it was still standing.
Behind him, laughter broke the q ...
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