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The Hollow Coast greeted them with silence.
Not the peaceful kind, but the eerie absence of life. The sea hissed along jagged cliffs, winds carrying the scent of old blood and burned earth. Long ago, these shores had been sacred ground to the Third Circle. Now, it was a wasteland of shattered stone temples and charred effigies.
Isla crouched low,
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