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... ike a warning no one was left to heed. Gnarled trees twisted toward the sky, their bark as black as ash and veins of crimson sap pulsing beneath their surfaces.
Out from the overgrown ruins of a long-lost temple, a girl stumbled into the pale daylight.
Her blonde hair clung to her dirt-smudged face. Her eyes were wild with adrenaline, exhaustion—and triumph.
In her hands, she held a relic wrapped in age and legend.
The Scale of Obedience.
It was deceptivel ...
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