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... nd the dull throb of half-rusted weapons smashing against bone and wood. Bright stayed in the middle ranks as always—never first, never last. Being noticed, in this place, was almost always fatal.
They broke formation only when the instructors barked for latrine shifts or meal lines. Food was a watery stew of root paste and shredded fungus, but it kept your legs moving. Recruits huddled in circles, swapping rumors, comparisons of scars, or prayers to gods that hadn’t answered in years. < ...
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