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... > The charge that followed was not born of glory or grand ambition, but of something far more primal—the desperate hope of survival.
Each warrior who surged forward carried within them the weight of all who sheltered behind: the sleeping children in village beds, the elders whose stories would die with them, the lovers who had whispered promises in the darkness.
They ran not toward victory, for victory was a luxury none could guarantee, but toward the moment when they would disco ...
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