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... the line of the northern mountains, yet the air still tasted of iron and smoke.
From the highest ruined watchtower, you could see the strange new order taking root in this forgotten wasteland — the crooked streets straightened into parade lines, skeletal buildings reinforced with timber stolen from the southern roads, the rotting silence of the last year shattered by the bark of drill commands.
Miller’s voice carried far, cold and cutting, as he paced between rows of men who had ...
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