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... ral Blood.
The old battleground was carved into the heart of the canyon, its stone foundations worn smooth from centuries of combat. Massive totem pillars surrounded the ring, each depicting a legendary warrior of the tribe, their snarling faces captured in ferocious mid-roar. Thick banners of war, woven from the dyed furs of fallen chieftains, hung over the seating areas where the villagers gathered.
Despite its grand appearance, I could still smell the bloodstains. This was no ...
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