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... land itself had not decided whether it wished to witness what followed.
Arthur stood with his cloak drawn tight, looking back toward the distant rise where Ironbear Hall still loomed—dark lines against the low sky. Smoke drifted lazily from its chimneys. Ordered. Calm. Alive.
Too calm.
They had thrown themselves at those walls with valor worthy of song, and the walls had answered with silence and steel. Two hundred men had fallen in less than an hour. Not crushed. Not ro ...
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