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The desert stretched before them, endless and wind-scoured.
Sand lifted in shimmering waves, blurring the horizon like a mirage. Isla pressed a cloth over her mouth, eyes narrowed beneath her hood as she guided her horse beside Kael's. Behind them, the last remnants of Blackspire-its blood, its fire-lay buried under silence.
They had left with no
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