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The scout's desperate cries pierced the heavy afternoon air like arrows.
"The king's great army is coming! The king's great army is coming!!" The rider tore across the dry plains, dust billowing behind him, his hoarse voice calling out in both Persian and Greek. He barely slowed as he reached the encampment, his lathered horse trembling from the exertion.
Soldiers who had been reclining under the sparse shade of tents scrambled to their feet. The camp ...
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