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... r. In the fading light of the setting sun, a group of silhouettes moved across the rolling hills of the Eastern Marches. Nine men, haggard and exhausted, stumbled forward at what could’ve been imaginatively deemed a "march" if one squinted hard enough. All except one.
Quintus led the group with his head held high and his back straight, as though the past two days of marching had been little more than a leisurely stroll. To him, it had. He’d actually had to slow his pace quite significant ...
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