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... xploratores slipped beyond the last Roman picket line, the familiar sights and sounds of the legionary camp vanished, replaced by a silence that was ancient and profound. Here, the rules were dictated not by the blast of a horn or the word of a centurion, but by the snap of a twig, the scent of pine on the wind, and the shadow of a hawk circling overhead.
For five days, they moved north, into the hunting ground Alex had marked on their map. They were ghosts in a green twilight, their stu ...
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