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... ownward into the grey-brown basin of the valley below.
The wind carried with it the faint scent of earth, pine, and something far more bitter: distant smoke, and with it, the creeping promise of battle.
Behind him, two scouts stood silent, waiting for the dismissal they hadn’t yet received. One shifted his weight, the leather of his boot brushing dry grass, but neither dared speak again. They had delivered the report, the enemy was on the march, only a few hours out, and now they ...
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