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The northern camp, once calm, now seethed like a boiling pot.
From the ridge above, Duke Lian could see torches moving — hundreds of them — bobbing in the darkness like angry fireflies.
"Your Grace!" a soldier stumbled up the hill, breathless. "The villagers— they’ve gathered at the supply yard! They say the Duke hides food meant for them!"
The Duke’s eyes narrowed. "That’s absurd. We distributed grain this morning."
General Roung strode forward, his face ...
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