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... returning from a hunt — tired, successful, and already composing the version of the story they’d tell at dinner.
Brek entered first. His soldiers filed through the Spawn Pools’ outer gate in the same disciplined formation they’d maintained for six days of marching, their shell-plate armor salt-stained and mud-crusted, their black-wood spears held at the regulation angle. The precision was habitual now — muscle memory calcified into ritual, the kind of discipline that Brek enforced not be ...
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