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... own on the dusty field where the rebels drilled. A group of peasants, their clothes patched and worn, clutched spears with unsteady hands, stepping forward in staggered lines as they thrust clumsily into the air. The wooden shafts wobbled with every jab, their grips uneven, their stances weak. Further away, a ragged circle of slingers spun stones over their heads before letting them fly toward makeshift targets—scraps of bay and tattered cloth tied to wooden poles. The stones clattered harmlessl ...
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