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... de Alfus's corpse, His Highness the Prince looked at the battlefield with deep melancholy.
With just over an hour until dusk, the sun still set in the west, and under the gentle sunlight, the Salvation Army loomed over the mound like a black iron mountain.
Between the mound and the lowland, riderless warhorses ran wildly, wounded soldiers bled and wailed, and the occasional twitch of a knight's corpse indicated the banner of the Golden Finch Family was casually thrown onto the gr ...
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