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... t marked with red ink. The smell of burned wax and oil from the lanterns mixed with the iron tang of tension.
Duke Alastair Greenvale stood at the head of the war table. His teeth were gritted as he studied the markers showing troop movements across the front. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
"The competition for the duchy is heating up, My Lord," one of his generals said carefully. "The Fujimori moved their armies the swiftest; our reports suggest they’ve taken the lead in points. ...
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