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... like a piece of black sail on the yellow ground, looking extremely bright under the fiery sun. They had halted about a mile away from Worchester, and the commanding general, who was leading them on his horse, turned around to nod at Grant as he gave his report in a reverent and respectful manner.
The red and white flags above their heads fluttered in the wind; there were duplicates of crosses embroidered on every one of them.
"The Runic Defense Technique…" Grant, in the long robes o ...
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