A Rider of Wrath

Across the desolate plains, a shadow swept like the scythe of fate. Aloof upon his horse, a figure rode, his gaze fixed on the horizon with an intensity that burned. This was no ordinary rider, but a vengeful spirit, known only as The Scourge of Men. His armor bore the scars of countless battles, each one a testament to his unyielding pursuit of ju

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