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... a thin, anemic grey across the horizon. It was a miserable excuse for the morning. The camp, usually a clockwork of military precision, looked like a dog-eared manuscript, frayed, stained, and missing several vital pages. Chunks of blackened canvas flapped listlessly in a wind that tasted of wet ash and old copper.
There was no victory song. No cheering. Just the hollow thud-thud of hammers against wood and the low, jagged coughing of men who had inhaled too much smoke.
Zarius w ...
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