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... d gently toward the encampment of the Yohan First Horde.
Night had already claimed the plains there.
Fires burned in disciplined rings, their light contained and measured. Drums were silent. Only the low murmur of thousands of voices carried through the darkness, the sound of a great host at rest but not at ease. Sentries stood in pairs along the perimeter, silhouettes sharp against the firelight, eyes trained outward, ears tuned for anything out of place.
It was one of t ...
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