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... t bled the last light from the dying day. Clouds writhed like restless spirits, and the air was thick with the acrid tang of smoke, ash, and old sorrows. Here, where the whispering woods curled around cracked huts like skeletal fingers, a dying faith clung desperately to brittle hope.
Once, Qingmu had been a sanctuary for disciples of the Azure Echo Sect—their azure robes a beacon against the creeping darkness. Those disciples had been guardians, wardens against the chaos that clawed at ...
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