When the smoke finally cleared, the dragon retreated into the clouds, and the broken remnants of the raiding fleet drifted back out to sea. The town was scarred, with several hovels reduced to smoldering ash, but the keep still stood tall.
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All of this—the triumphs, the tragedies, the growth, and the defense—had been locked away inside a tiny, compressed folder. Released from its digital cage, it had become a living legend. When the smoke finally cleared, the dragon retreated
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