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... e wind biting sharper now as the sun dipped behind cloud-wrapped peaks.
Near the barricade, Durnehra stood beside a man clad in Velkarin Axis armor—polished, utilitarian, marked with the silver and black sigils of a middle command tier. Not quite a legate, but close.
The soldier’s stance was composed. One hand rested lightly on the pommel of his sword, the other clasped behind his back. Scar over his left brow. Veteran. Cold eyes.
Durnehra turned as Raven approached.
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