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... nd fire, and the air was thick with the smell of burnt blood and iron. Black crows wheeled above, their cries blending with the low chants of the shamans who walked among the fallen.
From the ruined heart of the battlefield, the orcs gathered. They came limping, some dragging the wounded, others bearing their slain upon makeshift stretchers of bone and bark. Where once they had surged like an unbroken tide, now they moved with grim purpose, proud warriors mourning for the fallen, but not ...
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