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... stone walls and frozen barracks. Snow clung to the corners of them. Untouched and silent, much like Erwin von Zehntner, as he sat alone on the stone bench beneath the statue of Saint Maurice, his collar drawn up high against the chill wind.
Fourteen years old, already taller than most of his peers, he wore the cadet grey of the Imperial Military Academy's youth corps. The fabric, pristine and pressed, bore the insignia of House von Zehntner over the heart—a silver wolf rampant beneath t ...
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