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Chapter 143

The crescent moon hung low in the sky, casting silver light over the battered grounds of Crescent Fang. The war-torn trees stood like solemn sentinels, their limbs still cloaked in ash. But amidst the ruins, life had returned—flickering torches, laughter, the sound of rebuilding.

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