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... ent ripples through the troops.
His imposing figure stood against the mist, cloaked in a quiet fury that unnerved even the most hardened men.
The moment his boots hit the camp’s dirt, the soldiers straightened with a mix of reverence and unease.
Something about his presence always felt larger than life—and now, it radiated with tightly restrained wrath.
The camp commander, a battle-worn man named Farlen, hurried forward, bowing deeply.
"Young master Kyle. ...
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