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Twelve years ago, it was wilderness. Twelve years later, it's filled with desolation. Once a refuge for displ…

Twelve years ago, it was wilderness. Twelve years later, it's filled with desolation. Once a refuge for displaced nobles and honest folk, they were later battered by waves of misfortune— land seizures, collapsing regimes, and rising floods. By the end, those meant to be sacrificed had nothing left, not even the last string of kindness.

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