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... st and smoke.
The northern plains smelled faintly of ash and hunger.
Duke Lian rode through the lower camp with General Roung at his side.
Everywhere they passed, the same scene unfolded — hollow faces, tattered uniforms, soldiers sitting by cold fires gnawing at dried roots.
Some had bandages so old they’d begun to fray.
Others sat too still, eyes glassy with exhaustion.
The Duke’s chest tightened. This isn’t an army, he thought grimly. It’s despe ...
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