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... me escaping now~
The sky of Tenebris was a heavy gray, thick with dust that clung to faces and slipped under leather and metal armor. The air was saturated with that characteristic smell of rotting flesh and scorched dust, a scent of death that seemed to rise from the cracked earth itself.
At the head of his small army, Godwin Pendragon advanced with a confidence that bordered on madness. His two meters of taut muscle and imposing frame commanded a respectful silence from his troops. ...
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