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... t didn't raise a blade—Leonhardt let them live.
"Terror lasts longer when it's remembered," he'd said.
And his goblins obeyed.
The second ring had fallen, with the guards routed or dead. The banner so Astrea torn and scattered in the streets. What remained was a crowd, dozens of lesser nobles, merchants, housekeepers, and mistresses, all packed together in front of a cracked stone manor. Their pride was gone. All that remained was fear.
A few women sobbed. One man ...
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