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... above the horizon, the Lag’ranna Peaks held to their shadows, the light breaking only in thin, cold shafts through the veil of mist. The Winters’ Army...proud banners of blue and silver once bright and bold...now seemed muted beneath the gray.
Their march had slowed to a crawl.
What had once been a proud column of a thousand strong, moving with music and chatter, now resembled a line of ants creeping warily through the unknown land. Every step was measured, every sound too loud. ...
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