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... s in her second form.


The view from the top of a gentle slope……


Mira’s soldiers advancing on the main road……


I suppose one could say this sight is rather spectacular.


I am now part of a march——— positioned near the front of the line.


At my position, the Mad Emperor is within my field of vision.


He is riding a white horse, surrounded by mounted Impe ...

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