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... monotony of the march can be glimpsed through Winters’ logs:
On the first day, we marched along the southern bank of the Confluence River, crows were pecking at floating corpses, nothing happened.
On the second day, we continued eastward, the weather turned cold, nothing happened.
On the third day, we crossed the river at Alpad’s ford, the water reached up to the horses’ knees; we fortified on the north bank of the ford, nothing else.
On the fourth day, we continu ...
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