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... tacking bodies into mass pyres—a monument to the night’s bloody harvest—the man for whom they fought, bled, and would, at least for many, willingly die engaged in a pursuit far removed from the grim realities of war.
Alpheo, the prince they revered, a man perched at the pinnacle of feudal hierarchy, was knelt upon the ground as if he were no different from a humble peasant. His fine garments bore the smudges of earth, his fingers caked with soil as he worked with an unusual focus. It was ...
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