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Goddess Artemis's blessing
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2026-09-21 02:26:33Cedric gripped the quill in his hand so tightly the fine wood creaked under the immense pressure. His eyes, dark and heavy with suppressed rage, stared intently at the map of the Hera territory pinned against the mahogany wall, examining the names of his trusted confidants one by one.
The crimson ink from his desk lamp cast long, sinister shadows across the parchment, making the names of his lords look like po
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