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... too many still flinched at sudden noise this close to the outer dark—but a runner swept through the tents calling names, voice flat and practiced.
"Patrol squads assemble! Roegan’s line to muster point three!"
Around Bright, the stillness of sleep-starved soldiers broke apart. Some moved with dull obedience. Others with quiet dread. No one complained—complaints didn’t delay orders, only earned beatings.
Bright rose, strapping on his torn gear. His fused blade rested by hi ...
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