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... as a slow, ragged bleed.
Twenty-two thousand men trudged back across the Royal Bridge and spilled into the Riverlands. They did not sing hymns. They carried no banners. They bore only the heavy sacks of Northern grain on their shoulders and a deeply ingrained, paralyzing terror of the dark stone towers they had left behind.
As they dispersed to their villages and towns, the trauma of the slaughter heavily distorted their memories. In the crowded taverns, wild-eyed survivors swore ...
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