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... silver and restless clouds, its streets quiet save for the occasional creak of wooden shutters in the wind and the distant bark of a hungry dog. The fires in the towers burned low, their light barely brushing the narrow alleys, and the gates stood shut not from fear, but routine.
The enemy was far, after all.
There was no siege here—no war drums or battering rams at the walls. The Herculeans had retreated like whipped dogs, and with them had gone the tension, the sleeplessness, t ...
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