In a panic
*Torren* I’m up high on the wall, my hands clasped tightly around a rough-hewn beam as I help secure it in place. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across the clearing, and the air is heavy with the scent of sweat and mixed with the blooming flowers. Around me, the warriors of the pack move with purpose, hammering nails into the sturdy timber, bolstering our defenses for what’s to come. There’s an electric energy in the air, a sense of something big brewing just beyond the horizon. “Push that beam a little to the right!” I call out, my voice carrying over the rhythmic sounds of labor. I can see several of our strongest warriors working together, muscles straining as they maneuver the heavy wood into position. We’ve been at this for days, and I can feel the fatigue creepi
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