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... e killing grounds outside the walls were wreathed in greasy smoke that drifted between dimly glowing shards of pockmarked stone. The last wave of enemies had been fierce and more were on the way, but for the moment his Talons had time to breathe.
The Captain of the Fiend’s Claws stood upon the Fiendstone battlements the emperor had made around their ship, flanked by hundreds of Legionnaires. The fortifications were tall and slanted outward—all but impenetrable to a conventional army. The ...
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