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Dawns Embrace

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last update 게시일: 2025-08-05 23:06:48

The Silver Claw territory basked in the tender glow of dawn, the lunar eclipse a fading memory, its copper stain gone from a sky now streaked with rose and gold. The Dawn Pack packhouse stood resolute, its cedar logs polished by morning light, ivy curling over beams like a lover’s touch, leaves shimmering with dew. The sprawling clearing before it was scarred—barricades toppled, stakes splintered, earth churned from last night’s battle—but lupines stood defiant, their purple petals catching the
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