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... rth drank footfalls. Pines rose in serried ranks, their boughs heavy with frost, their trunks black and wet where sap bled and froze. Wind moved through the needles in long, whispering sheets, a breath that carried scent—resin, cold iron, men.
Anders advanced anyway.
He walked at the front of the column, not mounted, not elevated, not sheltered behind banners. Boots crushed snow and bark alike. His armor was dark where blood had already dried from the morning’s skirmishes, steam ...
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