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... egan with the melodious, rhythmic crowing of the Gallus-Aureum and the intoxicating aroma of dew soaking the Manaferum wheat fields. It was a time of rebirth, a daily reminder of the land’s fertility. But this morning, that sacred silence was shattered by a sound far heavier and more ominous—the synchronized, rhythmic thud of thousands of metal-shod boots striking the earth with the weight of a mountain.
Dayat stood in the center of the village’s main thoroughfare. His ...
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