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... e northern war. The air was perpetually stale, thick with the smell of lamp oil, old sweat, and the faint, ever-present tang of coal smoke that seeped in through the window shutters. Alex stood before a vast map of the Danubian frontier, a canvas now scarred with the red ink markings of enemy positions and the blue lines of his own overstretched defenses. The initial, stunning victories at the kill-box forts had given way to a brutal, grinding reality.
Titus Pullo, his face leaner and ha ...
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