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... iages long before the dust clouds cleared the tree line.

Three reinforced wagons, bearing the banner of Fort Vael’Zareth, rolled to a halt before the perimeter of the orc encampment, or what was left of it.

The soldiers disembarked swiftly, weapons drawn, eyes wary.

But there was no enemy. Only fire.

The entire camp was ablaze, thick, oily smoke rising in choking plumes toward the pale morning sun.

The stink of burnt flesh saturated the air. Piles of orc b ...

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