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... tight, orderly formation as John addressed them. His figure was imposing, every inch the battle-worn captain clad in his gleaming golden armor. His voice rang out, cutting through the clamor of nearby skirmishes and distant shouts.
"Soldiers of Laxen!" he boomed, his gaze sweeping across the assembly. "You are the shield of this kingdom, the very heart of its defense! We hold these walls until reinforcements arrive. We cannot falter, we cannot break, because we are Laxen's last stand!" < ...
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