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... een drowned in the shadow of Neshamah’s counterblow. I landed in the Third Army’s camp to cheers that rang a little hollow and didn’t bother to make a spectacle out of it: posturing would not remove the sight of the sky falling from the minds of my soldiers, and it’d look all the more laughable for trying. I handed off my reins to a stout Vale boy and let myself be guided to the command tent, informed by one of the phalanges that Juniper was already waiting for me.
More than just her, as i ...
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