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... neath the thunder of boots and hooves. Northem’s banners—black trimmed with gold, emblazoned with the golden eagle wreathed in fire—snapped in the sharp morning wind.
At the heart of the tumult stood the Phoenix Legion. They rose like living flames against the pale sky, heralding the tide of soldiers flooding in from every district. The air was thick and raw with the mingled scents of sweat, oiled steel, and the acrid smoke of forges that had roared through the night without rest. 𝘧𝓇𝑒 ...
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