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... funeral mist.
Every single soldier who had been in the barracks was now out in full armor—shined, straightened, perfect. Not a speck of dirt dared cling to them. Their boots were polished, belts tightened, weapons aligned with military precision.
They stood in perfect formation at the town square—rows and rows of beastkin troops, not one twitching, not one blinking. Faces forward. Eyes locked.
Those still on duty—guards on the walls, archers in the towers, scouts near th ...
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