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... st across the land, hundreds of feet trampling the dirt roads.
The banners flew high above the mass of soldiers, each emblazoned with the royal crest of Byzeth, fluttering in the wind.
The clang of armor, the snorting of horses, and the rhythmic march of boots filled the air, creating a near-hypnotic sound as they made their way north.
On the first day, the weather was mild. The early autumn sun only warmed their backs, and the land stretched out in shades of brown and go ...
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