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... ken plains, and shifting red dunes. What remained of Kiro's company now marched beneath tattered cloaks, their armor dulled by wind and time.
Kiro stood at the front, cloak torn, his face unreadable beneath the hood.
Behind him, the 600 had dwindled. Only 482 remained.
Some had died in the first week. Others disappeared into the storms. A few turned mad from the whispering wind that blew from the north—where the stars no longer aligned and the bones of ol ...
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