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... the capital thrummed with excitement—children danced, banners flew high, and priests sang the sacred hymns of the Whispering One.
Every bell toll, every fire lit, was an offering to Fenrir. It was the holiest day of the empire, a celebration of its unification, and more importantly, of its divine patron.
From his high place, Fenrir watched it unfold with detached interest. He had seen many wars, civilizations rise and fall—but this was his first world. His own.
And today, ...
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