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... the dawn of time.
No one could say for sure when her faith was first born. There were no clear records, no founding scriptures, only echoes of her presence carved into stone walls of ancient caves, and whispered through generations in myths and lullabies.
Even the earliest civilisations buried beneath the sands of time had raised altars to her. She was not just a god to them—they saw her as the origin of all life. They believed she had shaped the world with her hands: the mountai ...
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