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... hite, its flanks shuddering as if it had run from the sea itself. Mud clung to the man’s boots, his cloak torn at the hem, eyes wide with the look of someone who had seen something that refused to fit inside the world he knew.
Arthur listened without interrupting.
Sancton, the man said, was gone. Not raided—broken. Great halls split open as if by giants. Engines that hissed and breathed. Weapons that hurled iron with the sound of thunder. Men who advanced in lines, silent, armore ...
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