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... golden light stained the rolling hills, marking the crest of each and gilding the rare copse of trees. Blue shadows stretched in the valleys, filling the spaces between the stone walls and turrets of an encampment.
It was a sturdy structure that had once been a town. Low yields and fleeing farmers had gutted its streets well before the Orders had set up camp. The signs of its recent construction were everywhere among the older, dilapidated shops and residences. From atop the command towe ...
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