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... Bastion where the elves were encamped, Gewen sat alone in a wooden hut, his gaze fixed on the emerald leaf in his hands. Upon its glossy surface, faint words shimmered into view—etched not by ink, but by life itself. His brows furrowed, the weight of what he read settling into his expression like a shadow.
"The elves' perception of the dwarves has been distorted. Our allies, under the influence of devils, have become objects of suspicion and disdain. Gewen, you appear to be the most affe ...
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