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I was a moss-hauler. Wall patcher. The kind of kobold they trained because they needed bodies between smarter ones. My spear had never touched blood. My orders had never been shouted by anyone higher than Hoarder.
But the horn blew. And the air shifted. And the fire stopped being warm.
I didn't run because I was brave. I ran because the Sovereign had once said, "When the line forms, stand in it." So I did.
Trenches. Eastern slope. Mid-row. Not front, not flank. I t ...
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