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... seemed to close around them.
No stars. No moon. Just a sky like bruised iron and a horizon swallowed by crawling fog. The only light came from the dim rune-lamps strapped to a few soldiers’ chests—flickering, pale, and useless beyond six paces. Every bootstep crunched over brittle bones buried in sludge.
Bright stuck to the middle of the formation, exactly where he intended to survive.
Captain Rourke led from the front like a man too stubborn to die. His bulk moved with h ...
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