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... before anyone else dared to say it out loud.
Eight thousand soldiers had marched into the Ritefield under his command. Eight thousand banners. Eight thousand lives. And far too many of them were tasting real battle for the first time. Not drills. Not border skirmishes. War.
Worse, complacency had crept in.
The moment the Thal’Zar lines broke, the moment resistance collapsed too cleanly, too easily, discipline bled away. Weapons were dismissed in flashes of fading light. ...
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