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Of Fire and Peace
Drenched in the twilight of a weary day, I rappelled down the sheer cliff-face into the unknown. My eyes were heavy, my body aching, my boots caked in mud. I had walked and climbed for endless miles toward the source of the smoke, and I had found it… I am a restless man. A curious man. A man who sought to understand the world and himself. I yearned for a sense of belonging, and searched anywhere and everywhere, hoping to find it. I explored, to the extent I could, the city of Akatharta—the city I called home. I wandered its streets and alleys, its buildings and monuments, its people and their stories. I had no family, no close friends, but…