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... north, five riders pressed forward into Markoth's territory. They were cloaked in layers of blackened, treated leather, their hoods pulled low and scarves covering all but their eyes. It was most useful when the sun was hiding or dipping below the horizon, but even now, at midday, it gave a false sense of security for them. They bore no flags and carried no colors, but for anyone sharper, they shouldn't need to. Just the way they were dressed told anyone around this part of the continent that t ...

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