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A rider covered in dust, wearing the colors of one of Pilaf’s elite units, crossed the lines at dawn on the second day. He wasn’t fleeing; he was surrendering. His eyes were hollowed out by such deep terror that it had turned into a kind of lucid calm.
"They’re fighting each other," he rasped before the Count and his hastily gathered staff. "The Gorges have become hell itself. Men see traitors in their own brothers-in-arms. A commander was slit open by his lieut ...
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