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... d that greeted him was by no means less grand than Marsel's.
Empire soldiers in deep red winter uniforms formed neat phalanxes on the frozen square, their white breath transforming into a thin mist in the cold wind.
The brass cannons resounded one after another on the fortress walls, and the sound of cannons echoed across the frozen ground, both frightening and arousing the curiosity of the city's residents, wondering what kind of dignitary could command such a grand display from ...
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