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"With his heart in his throat, he glimpsed the flames coming from what was once his home, a home that was now but a reminder of what was once a vigorous village of wizards. His people, his friends, his grandmother , all of them ... They had vanished, like his breath in the blizzard that hit that fateful morning.
Someday,—he whispered to the wind,"—I promise to do justice in the name of my Village. May the death of my grandmother and my people have not been in vain.
And clutching those books next to his beloved grandmother's cane to his body, he stepped into the cold and desolate wasteland of the badlands."
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