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Hunter of the bloody Moon

Debus
The city of Ashendel stank of smoke, blood, and old dreams. Beneath the Blood Moon, Vale Ashwood was nothing. No prophecy. No divine mark. Just a starving orphan with one bullet in a rusty revolver and nothing left to lose. He didn’t dream of glory. He didn’t want power. He wanted food. Shelter. A reason to keep breathing.
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