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Chapter 1086: Strong will(2)
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... , the same copper tang of blood thickening the air, and the same desperate, clawing struggle for every inch of stone.
The legate stood atop the ramparts of the Western Bastion, his breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches.He breathed in and out, each one taking a whole handful of air.
With hate in his heart he saw as the enemy had made landfall. Their armored boots were clattering across the parapets, laying a blasphemous claim to the stones he had sworn to protect. The breach wa ...
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