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... le that flung sand and grit against the wooden palisades with the sound of a thousand tiny claws. It was a miserable, forgotten corner of the empire, a place where the sun was a hammer and the world seemed to be fraying at the edges. Inside the fort’s cramped command post, the air was thick with the smell of sweat, stale wine, and the overbearing piety of Titus Pullo.
He had returned from the desert an hour ago, he and his small, elite team of Purifiers. They were caked in dust, their fa ...
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