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... he souls that had passed into the afterlife these past few days.
Even with the drizzle of rain that had showed up that night, the smell of ash still clung to the air.
Rows upon rows of burned-out tents lined what remained of the camp, their tattered banners fluttering limply in the wind.
The surviving adventurers, barely four hundred of them, stood in a loose formation before the captain’s stand. Many were bandaged, limping, or leaning on spears to keep themselves upright ...
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