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... retching endlessly over cracked earth and restless soldiers. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and burnt rations. The fires were dimmer now, the food nearly gone, and the silence in the camp wasn’t calm—it was dangerous.
Kilwa had gone silent.
No updates. No messengers. Just whispers. Just doubts. The dead mercenaries had spoken of betrayal—how Almeida, the Sultan’s supposed ally, was preparing a coup. How Lusweti, King of Nuri, had marched to stop him.
It made no ...
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