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... iulote looked up at the sky. The deep sky, high clouds, no longer warm sunlight, carried a cold wind.
"It is already the end of December, and soon it will be the ominous final days of the year," Xiulote thought.
Inside the tent, the King still sat high upon his throne, appearing like a deity, with his eyes half-closed, his demeanor unflappable. Today's meeting, the War Priests had not attended. To the right of the tent stood the Central Army Commander, draped in a Sun Stone cloak ...
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