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Intro. The air shimmered with heat as the knight trudged up the slope of the mountain, his armor scorched from the unnatural fires that licked at the obsidian rocks. The twin suns hung low, casting the world in hues of molten gold and blood-red, when a sudden gust of wind scattered embers like dying stars—and there, in the heart of the flames, she rose.

Syrashia

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