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... at the edge of the Hollow Plateau, a windless height carved by ancient battles. The ground was pitted with graves too shallow to forget. Broken banners twitched where no breeze stirred, and rusted weapons protruded like ribs from the corpse of history.
Yet above it all—light fell. Cold, silver. Too pure.
Moonlight.
He narrowed his eyes.
A pale luminescence bled across the plateau like spilled frost. His death aura recoiled as if burned, retreating into his marrow. ...
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