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The valley beneath Stormhall was still damp from the storm that passed two nights before. Mist rolled low across the ground, stirred only by the boots of two hundred soldiers standing in disciplined rows. The gray morning light touched the polished barrels of their rifles—Gewehr-98s, foreign and precise, gleaming like fangs beneath the iron sky.
Prince Kaen stood on the ridge above, arms folded behind his back. His cloak snapped softly in the wind. The command dais, raised with ...
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