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... rp, copper tang of fresh carnage that had filled Krazax’s courtyard. The stench of infected wounds and gangrene, of bodies rotting in places too dangerous to retrieve, of demons dying by inches instead of all at once.
Ten soldiers a day, Gorath had said.
Looking at the outpost now, Liam believed it.
The fortifications were intact but deteriorating. Walls showed scorch marks from holy fire that no one had bothered, or had the energy to clean. The gate hung slightly crooked ...
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