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... he Tekarr Mountains, carrying with it the scent of fresh wood. Major Gresham, his face etched with the weariness of a long campaign, stood upon a rocky outcrop, the setting sun casting long shadows that danced like phantoms around his boots.
Below, Captain Baldred's exhausted company, their faces grim and stained with dirt and sweat, were slowly assembling. The recent surprises with the orcish horde had left its mark; a chilling testament to the brutal realities of war. The victory, whil ...
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