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... iola descended from the cloudless sky, her boots touching down on scorched earth that had once been farmland. The grass crunched beneath her feet, brittle and dead. Three weeks of this. Three weeks of flying over burning villages and fleeing families, of counting the columns of smoke that rose like accusing fingers toward the heavens. Toward her.
The command tent stood at the center of the latest forward camp, its black canvas unmarked by insignia or decoration. She approached with measu ...
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