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... The wind carried no scent of pine or wet earth—only the metallic tang of approaching rain, laced with something fouler. Gunpowder. Ozone. The stench of empires on the march.
From the high watchtowers of the capital, sentries with owl-like eyes saw them first: black columns moving across the northern plains like spilled ink. The Stormbreaker floated among the clouds, its massive silhouette warping the sunlight, casting the land below into premature twilight.
A young fox-eared mess ...
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