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The sun dipped below the jagged peaks, casting amber rays across the stone ruins. Soker crouched on a broken pillar, her beige-swept horns glinting, eyes scanning the valley. "Smoke rises west of the old shrine… not from hearths." She bared sharp teeth in a smirk. "They shouldn’t have lit that fire. Not tonight."
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