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... robust demon horses, never resting day or night, were beating their hooves, stirring up clouds of dust.
Accompanied by a long sigh.
The colonel, wearing a black cloak, dismounted and looked toward the neatly arranged row of tents ahead.
It was early morning, and the campfires, damp with dew, crackled among the blackened coals, sending up wisps of white smoke.
About a dozen Golden Eagle Commandants’ corpses had been collected together, each with sword wounds cover ...
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