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Zara
The battlefield smelled like blood and burned pine.
Smoke curled from half-collapsed tents. Wolves limped through the wreckage, dragging bodies - some alive, some not. The air was thick with silence and sobbing. Nobody was cheering. Nobody won this.
We just... survived.
And that didn't feel like enough.
I sat on a cracked stone near the e