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... ing long golden rays over a field choked with the dead. Smoke drifted lazily into the pale sky from the gutted skeleton of the rebel camp, its charred timbers jutting up like accusing fingers toward the heavens.
Alpheo’s men moved through the battlefield like ants over a fallen feast. Bodies lay in every direction: some contorted in the last spasms of death, others peacefully still, their expressions strangely calm as if dreaming of better ends. Soldiers stepped around them with practice ...
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