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... tretched further now—rows of organized crops instead of random clusters of wild roots.
Roads of hardened clay connected small colonies to a central hub, where larger stone buildings marked the birth of something approaching government. Primitive but progressing.
Fenrir stood atop his tower, arms folded, the mana-rich wind brushing against him like breath.
Fires burned in the night below, but not the destructive kind—these were fires of labor, of survival, of civilization. ...
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