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... icers of the Last Light Company. Less than an hour later, the camp was a hive of activity, every soldier preparing to march. Tents vanished like trees felled in a hurricane, and before nightfall, all that remained was a vast, empty plain dotted with the scattered ashes of cold campfires.
Now, several hours later, we were traveling at the head of the column of soldiers. The sun was directly in our eyes, casting a low, golden glow across the land. I groaned as Fable trotted over a particul ...
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