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... rred with quiet efficiency. Soldiers moved through the clearing, securing their gear, dousing the last embers of the fire, and packing the supplies for the journey back to the estate. The crisp morning air carried the scent of damp earth and burnt wood, mingling with the faint rustle of armor and whispered conversations.
Esteban stood near the edge of the camp, arms crossed, watching the preparations unfold. His sharp eyes scanned each movement, ensuring everything was in order. A soldie ...
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