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Crimson standards embroidered with the sigil of the Crucible swayed against the wind, their countless numbers meant to intimidate.
Their line stretched wide, a tidal wave of men and steel arrayed in perfect formation, their gleaming plate armor catching the morning light like molten fire.
Caedrion sat tall on his warhorse, cloak billowing behind him, his eyes narrowed against the haze that blurred the distance.
Twenty thousand men marched beneath his command, ...
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