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... long golden veil over the valley, while shadows stretched from tent poles and spears like silent sentinels. The camp had taken shape quickly—efficiently—clearly the fruit of the discipline of Alpheo’s army. Though the full wall was not yet raised, the foundation had been set in a firm perimeter, and ditches had been dug deep enough to snap an ankle or impale the fool who tried leaping across in the dark.
The planned palisade had already been driven into place: sharp stakes jutting from t ...
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