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... There was no fanfare when they stopped—only the hollow shuffle of boots over dirt and the muted groans of aching bodies. Without tents, they spread out wherever they could find a patch of ground, hastily clearing spaces for small fires to fend off the cold. Sparks flickered against the darkening sky as groups of men huddled around the flames, sharing what little food they had and muttering in low voices.
Lucius and Marcus sat on a fallen log near the edge of one of the makeshift camps, t ...
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