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... ly, throwing frantic shadows across the ground as men and women tore through the narrow lanes between tents. Armor clinked, boots slammed against dirt, voices shouted over one another — orders, names, curses. The sharp scent of oiled steel and the bitter tang of burning pitch mixed with the cold night air.
Luca darted through it all, slipping past a soldier struggling to strap on his breastplate, weaving around a cluster of archers fumbling for their quivers. A blacksmith staggered past ...
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