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Mist clung to the low grass and broken dunes, rolling in shallow waves from the sea, disturbed only by the ordered movement of men who did not speak unless required. The camp had taken shape through the night—trenches cut with measured depth, sharpened stakes driven at angles meant to maim rather than kill, ballista emplacements set with overlapping arcs that turned the shoreline into a killing ground should anyone be foolish enough to test it.
Three thousand five hun ...
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