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The wind was colder today, Sharper and Less forgiving. As if even the air god had finally decided he no longer wished to comfort anyone in this cursed war.
The moment I stepped past the fortress gates, the noise hit me like a crashing tide—Screaming. Shoving. Grain sacks tearing open like burst veins.
The villagers—skinny, ragged, hollow-eyed—were clawing at each other in the mud for a single sack of rations.
One man slammed another to the ground. ...
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