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... settled deep over the northern plains, and the cold felt sharper than ever.
Seventeen days had passed since the empire’s army reached the north, and two days had gone by since they built the Pontoon Bridge and crossed over it.
Now they were marching toward the main estate of Ravan Tramplin, step by step through wind that stung like needles.
They had finally stopped for the night. Tents rose across the snow-covered ground.
Every few steps, a campfire burned.
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