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... an’s patrol pushed through the fog in silence, caked in mud and gore. No one spoke. No one needed to. The number of boots dragging through the dirt said enough—more than half never returned.
The camp’s outer sentries looked up as the survivors emerged from the gloom. Some stared. Others looked away. A few just clenched their jaws and muttered, "Blooded."
A word that meant:
You didn’t die yet. That’s all.
Roegan led from the front, armor torn, one arm dangling like ...
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