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... us began. The atmosphere of the valley was no longer one of political maneuvering and drunken parties; it was one of fear, of hasty departures and anxious glances at the sky.
Alaric’s caravan was massive. It dwarfed the one he had arrived with. It was a long, black snake of reinforced war-carriages, disciplined Jorailian soldiers, and now, a second, gaudier tail of Strathmore banners, guards, and wagons. It was a victory procession.
He had his core delegation, of course. Queen On ...
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