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... st warning sign.
What had once been a forward hold—canvas, timber, and urgency—now ran with the quiet efficiency of something settling into permanence. Patrol routes rotated with clockwork precision. Supply tallies were kept twice daily. Fires burned low and controlled. Men slept in armor without being told to.
Aya had done that.
She stood bent over a scarred table inside the command tent, one gauntleted hand braced against the wood as she studied the map spread before he ...
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