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The stench of freedom sears the lungs—a cruel reminder that everything is over. The war is done, the blood spilled, the debts paid in full. Silence should bring peace, but instead, it leaves a gaping void. One question lingers, gnawing at the edges of sanity. A singular, maddening truth: What becomes of those who have known nothing but battle? What do warriors do when the fight is all they’ve ever been?

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Volume 1