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... canyon stretched before Malik, flanked on each side by the same mountains.
He stood alone, his back facing the village in the distance.
He was calm. Steady.
Because he knew.
He knew how this dance played out.
His gaze lifted to the horizon where the first waves of the enemy walked.
A tide of steel and flesh.
Three thousand foot soldiers.
Two hundred archers.
Dozens of Magi.
Six Sahirs.
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