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... running through the trench floors, shaking pebbles and sloshing water barrels. But then the tremors deepened. Grew heavier. Rhythmic. As if the ground itself had joined the orcs in their endless war-song.
Captain Braedon stood atop a forward fortification, hand gripping a spear like it was the only thing keeping him upright. A murmur passed through the lines as soldiers turned toward the horizon.
What emerged from the fog was not an army.
It was a line of metal-covered be ...
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