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Ash still clung to the wind where the last township burned, smoldering just behind the hills, distant enough to ignore, close enough to remember. Two hundred men gathered—bandits, survivors, mercenaries shaped by frost and fire, some still wearing Dragunov blood beneath their coats.
Lionel stood atop the broken archway of what used to be the governor’s hall.
His armor gleamed—not gold, not polished steel, but deep bronze, the kind earned from melted blades and tarnished co ...
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