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... oots, the air thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and the sickly-sweet promise of victory. At the head of the Herculeian host rode Lord Arnold, his gilded armor ablaze in the midday sun, every polished plate a mirror reflecting the broken city before him. Beside him, Prince Lechlian sat motionless in his saddle, his face an unreadable mask—only the slight tightening of his gloved hands on the reins betrayed his satisfaction.
And then there was Orymus.
Eldest son of the execute ...
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