PROLOGUE: The Fall of the Village The sun was low in the sky, casting long shadows over the tranquil village of Dunara. The scent of the nearby forest mixed with the earthy aroma of freshly baked bread as life carried on in its quiet rhythm. Kael stood on the outskirts of the village, his calloused hands gripping the hilt of his sword. His heart pulsed with the quiet contentment of returning home after a long journey.
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