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... every stalk of wheat in gold. It should have been beautiful. It should have been a morning that promised bread, warmth, and life.
Instead, the air was cold, the horizon thick with smoke before the fires had even begun.
From the hill above Westerloch’s rolling farmland, Lan watched his army assemble in silence.
The Mad Vipers and the Ranevian gangs moved with a discipline born of months of drilling under Miller’s pitiless orders. They were no longer scattered cutthroats. ...
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