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... silent, not truly.
There were always the clanging forges, the chatter of scouts, the hum of watchtowers, the grind of pulleys on the walls.
But tonight, when Atheon’s team staggered through the southern checkpoint—the entire outpost stopped breathing.
Atheon stumbled first, catching himself on the gate frame. His armor was shredded, the fist-shaped insignia on his chest smeared in dried black blood. A lot had left with him. Only few returned.
And those few... wer ...
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