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... that felt less like a retreat and more like a slow death stretched across a punishing landscape.
Their defeat on the field hadn’t just broken their lines. It had broken something deeper. Every shred of hope they once clung to, the illusion that they could hold, resist, turn the tide, had been dashed in less than an hour of brutal, one-sided slaughter.
What was left was not an army. It was a trail of hollow-eyed men limping behind tattered banners that no longer commanded fear or ...
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