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... n an uneasy quiet, broken only by the clink of armor, the low murmur of prayers, and the occasional whinny of a horse. The night air was cool, but Ethan felt a feverish heat beneath his silver mask, his leprosy-stricken body protesting the long march. The neem-turmeric paste and frankincense oil had kept his lesions from worsening, and the willow bark tea dulled the pain enough to keep him upright, but every movement was a reminder of his fragility. Tomorrow, he would lead an outnumbered army ag ...
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