PREVIEW
... it was the first clear ground they had seen in weeks ... a sea of golden green grasses waving under a hard blue sky. The wind moved like breath across the land, whispering over the helmets of the weary soldiers. Yet to Major Gresham, it felt wrong. The quiet was too clean.
He rode near the vanguard, his horse's hooves crushing brittle stems. Behind him came the line ... stretched thin and tired. The wagons carrying the wounded rolled slow, creaking under the strain. The Griffon Knights ...
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