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... devouring homes and reducing them to nothing but ash and cinders. The air was thick with the acrid stench of burning wood, the metallic tang of blood, and the suffocating weight of smoke. Screams of the helpless, the desperate cries of mothers searching for their children, and the laughter of men who had long abandoned their humanity filled the night.
Roadie and his crew tore through the settlement like a pack of rabid wolves, taking whatever they wanted—gold, food, lives. It was just a ...
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