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... scrambled from behind, grabbing what weapons and shields they had left.
Their equipment was worn and battered, armor patched with whatever scraps they could find. Repairs had become a luxury, and decent ore was almost impossible to get.
Even the archers on the wall above clutched old bows and reused arrows, weapons stretched thin ever since their late lord’s fall.
The two factions that had argued moments before scattered, running for cover, fleeing toward their homes or ...
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