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... e. The wind howled through the high passes, a mournful, hungry sound that clawed at the men’s cloaks and numbed their faces. The expeditionary force, nearly two thousand strong, was a thin, dark line of men and mules struggling through a vast, white wilderness. Every step was a labor, every gust of wind a physical blow.
This was a landscape that tested the limits of Roman discipline, and it was a test that Legate Servius Galba’s cohorts were passing with grim determination. They marched ...
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