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... sand three hundred and fifty helmets. Twenty-two banners catching the wind like wings. Two hundred horses stamping the dirt, snorting steam into the crisp air. Twenty-six officers standing in perfect formation, the chain of command forged and polished even more than their blades.
The air was filled with the mingled scents of oil, sweat, and steel. Beneath that, the faint sweetness of food wagons lined along the rear: sacks of flour, salted meat, beef jerky cured till it could outlast the ...
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