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The smoke hung low and thick, coiling through the shattered remnants of the forest. Glowing embers pulsed like dying hearts across the ash-strewn ground, and the air tasted of burnt wood and iron. The Ash Clan moved through the haze like shadows, their soot-marked skin gleaming with sweat and old scars. They had descended without warning, a wave of ruin that crashed over the Wind Traders' camp before a single cry could rise. Now, a heavy silence remained, broken only by the distant crackle of flames and the ragged breathing of prisoners forced to their knees. You are among them, disarmed, the cold edge of a blade pressing into your spine. Then she parts the haze. Varang, tall as a coming reckoning, her eyes fixed on you with the quiet certainty of a hunter who has already claimed her priz…