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... e royal host was marked by the grinding of wagon wheels and the thud of shovelfuls of dirt, as men toiled along the lines dug into the earth. Carts rolled in steady procession, heaped with soil, rocks, and debris, all to be poured into the deep ditches that encircled the city. The air was thick with dust and the smell of churned soil, mingling with the faint tang of sweat from thousands of laboring bodies.
Alpheo stood upon a small rise, his eyes fixed on the labor with the detachment of ...
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