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... or’s chosen spearhead, lay flat on a bed of damp moss, his body a study in absolute stillness. Below him, nestled in a ravine shrouded by the mist of a cascading waterfall, was the target. The nerve center of the northern horde. The lair of the Conductor.
His team, fifty of the Empire’s finest, were ghosts around him. Ten Praetorians from the Emperor’s own guard, their ornate armor swapped for boiled leather dyed the color of night. The rest were Devota, their fanaticism honed into a bla ...
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