Blood on Acacia Ancestral Fire

Within the depths of the acacia grove, a macabre silence reigned. The sunlight pierced through gnarled branches, illuminating patches of crimson staining the hallowed ground. Whispers carried on the wind, haunting the heart with foreboding. Ancestral fire, once a symbol of protection, now flickered with a sinister intensity. It was a sign, a harbin

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