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Mardek didn’t run so much as leak away from the battlefield, a grin scraped off his face and left somewhere in the sand. He came back to the last rally point with a torn sleeve, a stiff shoulder, and a look that made his own men step aside without being told.
Of the thousand he had led into the desert, barely a thread returned with him. It was just over a hundred, counting the ones who stumbled in at dusk after hiding behind dunes. Seven hundred plus died in the san ...
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