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... d himself that he was following his prince’s orders, Alpheo’s orders, it did nothing to ease the bile rising in his throat. Duty was no balm for misery, and every part of this cursed posting stank of it.
He hated how deep behind enemy lines they were, hated the constant knot in his gut that warned him an Oizen patrol could stumble upon their camp at any moment. He hated the vermin he commanded, half-bandits, half-scum, none with discipline, and above all, he hated how far he was from his ...
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