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... t with winter’s last breath.
Saint Joan rode at the head of her force, a white cloak flapping behind her like a banner of defiance, though no sigil adorned it.
She carried no standard.
She didn’t need one.
The people followed her name, not her heraldry.
They had called her mad once.
A heretic.
A hallucination born of fever dreams and peasant prayers.
But now?
Now she was a commander through and through.
No — a symbol ...
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