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... ed with the frantic energy of a doomed migration.
Thick plumes of dust kicked up by heavy, reinforced wagon wheels swirled into the air, mixing with the acrid scent of nervous horses and the metallic tang of unsheathed steel. This wasn’t a caravan; it was a fortress on wheels. Six massive wagons, armored with plates of cold-iron and etched with flickering protective runes, sat like squat beetles in the center of a hollow square formed by nearly fifty mercenaries.
Aden walked into ...
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