The sun dipped below the horizon, stretching shadows like grasping fingers over cracked earth. A lone wanderer stepped from the swirling dust, tattered cloak snapping like a war banner as the wind roared. Distant howls clawed at the fading light—not wolves, but worse. The ground trembled underfoot as something ancient, something hungry, began to stir. Steel hissed against leather. A trigger finger twitched. Tonight, the plains would feast.
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