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... nimal snorting and kicking up dust beneath its hooves. Behind him rode sixty of his Sipahi guards, their lamellar armor glinting in the fading sunlight. Despite their orderly formation, their grim faces betrayed the truth: the battle had been lost. The banner of the Sultanate, once proudly billowing above the ranks of Azania’s army, had fallen amidst the chaos, with its bearer unknown whetever alive or dead .
Mamud’s thoughts seethed with fury as he pushed his mount harder. Fool, he snar ...
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