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... e smoke once rose from family hearths and children chased one another between stalls, now voices barked in clipped cadence. Crates of supplies filled courtyards. Rutted lanes were lined with stacked shields and neat bundles of arrows. Nearly a thousand soldiers moved through the village in a rough, relentless tide—sharpening handaxes, re-stitching cracked leather, hammering new iron bands onto splintered shields. Women and men with callused claws worked like any wartime quartermaster, mending ma ...
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