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... ted up from the soles of their sandals, seeming to emanate from the very bones of the mountain. The silence of the valley was a memory, replaced by the sight of a flowing, inexorable tide of black-armored warriors pouring down the snow-covered slopes. They moved with a silent, disciplined purpose that was a horrifying mockery of a Roman legion on the march. There were thousands of them.
Legate Servius Galba, for all his stubborn pride, was a veteran of twenty campaigns. He had faced the ...
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