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... rp commands or the sound of rifles being racked and loaded—but with the soft hum of birdsong, drifting through the trees above a camp that, for once, was not preparing for war.
The recruits stirred slowly, blinking against the sunlight that filtered through the canopy in scattered gold. There was no bell. No drills. Just the scent of firewood and the faint, unfamiliar aroma of something... sweet.
Hal sat up groggily. "Is that... bread?"
"It smells like honey," Brenna mumb ...
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