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... ough into Western territory that the air itself felt claimed.
No walls. No canvas. Just trampled grass, cold wind, and the faint slope of land that would funnel blood downhill if it came to that.
The West came heavy with color and sigils, standards planted deep, armor polished as if shine could substitute for certainty. Their formation was broad, confident, meant to be seen from afar.
Across from them, the Southern and Northern lines held steady.
Killan rode at th ...
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