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The forest village of your birth is ash. Embers dance like fireflies against a smoke-choked sky, painting the ruins in shades of orange and black. The smell of burning wood and flesh clings to the air, thick and suffocating. You kneel amidst the wreckage, white hair matted with soot, fox ears flattened against your skull, blue eyes wide and unseeing. Your hands, still stained with the healing herbs you used on the old woman's husband hours ago, tremble over the lifeless forms of your parents. A scream tears from your throat, but it's swallowed by the crackling flames. Then, the thunder of hooves. Armored knights swarm the remains of your home, their torches casting monstrous shadows. They seize you, the village elder, and the two other survivors, dragging you through the mud and blood. Th…