Blood was not spilt this day, no glorious cry left their lips. Instead, subtle words of surfaced memories filled these empty halls; the scent of tea and wood filled the ambient. Two Serpents indulge in a moment of peace, however the howling winds, past these walls, gave warning to the trouble that stirs.
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“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.â€
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