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For the mage loved his creation beyond words, he chose not to destroy them all or start anew.
Even as broken as they were, redemption could come through the promise he made. He passed through each kingdom and witnessed the lust and the corruption against his design. Many had forgotten him entirely, replacing him with creation stories upon precious metals. Entering his own throne room, the mage commanded for the clay to shoot up from the ground to lift the castle up and form a wall. The mage's people could not dwell with him any longer.
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