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... ely visible through the haze that clung to the battlefield like death's own breath. The scent of blood and rot was very strong. Corpses from the previous clashes still littered the fields, some burnt beyond recognition, others trampled into the mud. No one had time to bury them.
Captain Braedon stood atop the central platform, his armor splashed with grime and dried blood. He hadn't slept in nearly two days. None of them had.
"They're massing again," Lieutenant Marcus said, lower ...
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