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And they called to each other. Sounds of welcome, of farewell, of sadness, of love and of enduring devotion. To the Brood, to each other and to their home. The calls were brackish and guttural, or haunting hollow cries that echoed from the valley walls. They tugged at Hirad’s heart and senses, filling him with the warmth of belonging and the emptiness of the war that stole Kaan from the sky each day.

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