Blood on Acacia Ancestral Fire

Within the depths of the acacia grove, a chilling silence reigned. The pale glow pierced through slender branches, illuminating swaths of crimson staining the hallowed ground. Rustlings carried on the wind, haunting the heart with foreboding. Ancestral fire, once a beacon of peace, now flickered with a sinister intensity. It was a sign, a harbinger

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