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... noon, the rain paused slightly.
The wet wood burned with a pungent smoky smell.
Rigid bodies were impaled on sharp, spiky stakes, and the corpses of mercenaries lay scattered across the ground.
Walking through the open area of this checkpoint, one could feel the distinct slippery and sticky sensation underfoot, a mix of blood and rainwater.
The once yellowish soil was now stained a shade resembling brown.
In front of the devastated camp, both Cléante and B ...
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