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... even thousand souls, if the tax rolls were honest, and not one more worth mentioning. In normal times, no general would have wasted ink or blood over it. It had no fortress, no trade road, no river to bless its fields. It was a quiet city of wheat, wine, and petty families squabbling over the mayor’s seat.
But chaos had a habit of turning the unimportant into the unavoidable.
Now, that same inconsequential city found itself sitting between two great beasts: the Rebel Prince to th ...
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