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... n was just cresting the jagged spine of the Anti-Lebanon mountains when the vanguard crested the last ridge.
Baldwin halted his horse and raised a gloved hand, commanding the line behind him to stop. For a moment, he said nothing. No order. No flourish. Just silence as his eyes swept the valley below.
There it was.
Damascus.
The green jewel of Syria.
It lay stretched out beneath the morning haze like a vast emerald tapestry—domes glinting ...
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