I squeezed my eyes shut as the truck rumbled through the gates, bracing myself for the horrors of the Rogue lands.I expected the screams of tortured prisoners. I expected the stench of rotting meat and old blood. I expected to see heads on spikes and wolves fighting over scraps in the mud.The truck slowed to a crawl, the tires squelching in deep mud. The engine cut, dying with a shuddering cough.Silence fell.Well, not silence. It was a hum. The low, rhythmic murmur of life.I frowned. That didn't sound like a dungeon.Slowly, terrified of what I might see, I peeled one eye open. Then the other.My breath hitched in my throat.We hadn't driven into a slaughterhouse. We had driven into a village.The "Bone Yard" was a sprawling, chaotic settlement built into the base of a massive limestone cliff. It looked like a junkyard that had been reclaimed by nature and desperation. There were no stone castles or glass mansions here. Instead, there were shelters mad
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