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... . Smoke still curled into the sky, the air thick with ash and the sour tang of charred wood. The villagers moved like ghosts through the soot-streaked ruins, coughing and whispering prayers.
The village was in disrepair—homes scattered haphazardly, mud walls crumbling, and thatched roofs caved in. At the center, the communal hall stood partially blackened, scorched beams creaking under their own weight. Khisa squinted through the haze and caught sight of a burnt marking etched into one o ...
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