The landscape of the Land of Fire's outer rim was a jagged graveyard of basalt pillars and dry riverbeds. It was a place where sound died quickly, but today, the air thrummed with the high-pitched whistle of displaced wind. Tenten stood at the center of a scorched clearing. At twenty-six, she had grown into a taller, more imposing silhouette. Her once-signature buns had been replaced by a slee...
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