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... in the distance, casting a faint, eerie orange light over the Thompson camp. The wind had picked up, howling through the valley, carrying the smell of smoke, burnt pine, and victory.
Carlos stood by a small, hidden fire pit at the edge of the camp, far away from the celebrating soldiers. He held a carrier pigeon in his hands, its small heart beating rapidly against his palm, a frantic rhythm that matched his own. He had tied a tiny, rolled scroll to its leg—a message meant for Prince Li ...
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