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... rtissant — that familiar gray — were torn, stained with mud and blood.
A young soldier, barely eighteen, lay on his back, eyes wide open, staring at the dead canopy above. In his clenched hand, he still held the small medallion every Martissant recruit received — a silver falcon identical to the one on their banners.
"Look what they make us do, Rika," growled a sergeant, kicking a corpse. "Children. They’re sending us children to fight."
Alka turned away, but not fast eno ...
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