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... me from a young soldier—barely sixteen, perhaps just past it.
"Stay at your post, soldier," Josephine replied.
He could feel the boy’s tension; the kid was trembling slightly. No one had forced him to be here. His decision to fight, on this day, in this place, and in this way—was entirely his own.
"For Korhal!" the young man suddenly saluted, voice cracking slightly.
"I’m ready to die!"
"For Korhal!"
"For the beauty of Korhal, for the homeland of o ...
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