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... mes the roar from the Cruel King’s Army; raw, feral, a sound without rhythm or restraint. It pours down from the upper tiers like a war cry dragged out of thousands of throats, long and wild, shaking steel and concrete alike.
Then the rest of the crowd catches it. Neutral voices, hesitant a moment ago, begin to rise, one by one, then in waves, surrendering to it without quite knowing when they chose to.
Hands slam railings. Feet pound the floor. The chant forms on instinct, not a ...
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