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... ring of royal guards, both mounts were slick with sweat and breathing hard. The king’s banner snapped above them, and the slow, relentless march of the army pressed forward like a tide that did not know it was heading toward jagged rocks.
Lucas dismounted before he had fully steadied himself and demanded, with restrained urgency, a private audience.
The guards hesitated only a moment before sending word. Within minutes, a tent was raised at the king’s command, its canvas thrown u ...
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