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... runken roars. Only the low beat of drums, steady and rising, like the slow breathing of a monster before the charge. Fires flickered across the vast camp, casting long shadows over war banners and armored silhouettes.
In the center of it all stood the war pavilion, massive and dark, its canvas walls pulled tight against the wind. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and tension.
Khao'khen stood at the head of the war table.
Sakh'arran to his left.
Around them gath ...
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