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... vision blurred at the edges, darkening with the creeping weight of exhaustion and blood loss. But still, he refused to fall. He would not show weakness—not while men still stood, not while the city of Carles lay under threat.
Hector stood beside him, his face streaked with grime, eyes narrowed toward the ridgeline of Mount Roca—just beyond the jagged outcrops that framed the plateau like jagged teeth. There, amid the last golden embers of twilight, shadows emerged from the treeline.
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