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... the dust behind them. They marched with hollow purpose, as if their bodies carried more than armor—shields weighed down by the gravity of what lay ahead. Far above, atop a gnarled branch, He perched in silence, amber-yellow eyes reflecting flickers of torchlight. The scent of sweat and stale ale rose from the line, mingling with the evening’s chill.
’Humans....’ His voice was a grave whisper only he could hear. ’So predictable in their despair....’
Time felt still until he saw th ...
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