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Hearth’s Song

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last update 게시일: 2025-08-05 23:12:46

The Silver Claw territory was wrapped in the tender glow of early morning, a waning gibbous moon still lingering in a sky brushed with lavender and gold, its light softening as dawn’s warmth crept over the Dawn Pack packhouse clearing. The packhouse stood as a timeless hearth, its cedar logs catching the sunrise, their grain glowing like honey, ivy weaving over beams, leaves trembling with dew, refracting light in delicate prisms. The clearing was a haven of quiet industry—new trellises rose ne
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