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... slipped through the back door of the garrison’s common room. The space was crowded, hot with bodies and too many torches, the air thick with the smell of spilled ale, sweat, and the particular pungency of men who had spent weeks in the field without proper baths.
A sergeant with a nose that had been broken so many times it resembled a misshapen potato slammed his tankard on the table. "Thirty! Thirty demons I killed with my own hands!"
"Thirty? I saw you hiding behind Vedran the ...
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