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... ad, the sound rolling through the hollow hills of Mercia like the drums of doom.
Horses snorted clouds of mist into the spring air, their barding glinting dull in the pale sun.
Spears rose like a forest, and the wolf banners of the North snapped above the column.
The land they passed was not green with plenty, but blackened with hunger. Fields lay fallow, trampled by soldiers and raiders both.
Hamlets stood empty, doors broken, granaries bare. Smoke still lingered ...
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