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The courtyard protecting the throne stank of blood and burned flesh.
Duke Qwass staggered back, his armour split and one arm hanging limp, yet still he swung his battered sword against another of the smiling husks that had once been a knight of his house.
“Stand firm!” he roared, though his throat cracked. “Don’t let these puppets reach the inner keep!”
His men were tired, exhausted shadows of themselves, barely two hundred left of the thousands who swore to def ...
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