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... the Moon]
The night had softened. For once, the wind wasn’t cruel—it whispered, cool and patient, over the camp’s restless heart.
Below the hill, Eloria’s army moved in a hurry. Fires flickered like distant stars, armor clinked, and somewhere a sentry hummed a lullaby to keep himself awake. But here—on the ridge above it all—it was quiet enough that I could hear the flags breathing.
Osric stood beside me, silent. The moonlight silvered his armor, softening what ...
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