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... t, he accepted the basin of water offered by an attendant and quickly washed his face.
Seeing no one paying attention, he cupped his hands over his mouth and breathed lightly. An acrid stench, like pig bristles, wafted up, making him frown.
Lowering his hands didn’t help; that particular odor was only a minuscule fraction of the overall miasma hanging over the camp.
Otto cast a cold eye over the soldiers stirring sluggishly in the early morning. Most were mercenaries scra ...
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