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... d castle were no longer a camp.
They were no longer even a battlefield.
They were a graveyard.
Tents stood torn and splattered, their canvas walls painted with violent streaks of crimson.
Blood flowed in grotesque little rivers through the dirt, pooling into dark puddles beneath butchered corpses.
Limbs lay scattered like discarded trash, heads rolled half-buried in mud, and one campfire—still crackling only moments ago—had been drowned out entirely, extin ...
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