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... ing the armies of Connacht in ghostly shrouds.
From atop the ramparts, Vetrúlfr peered down, his breath fogging in the chill air.
Below, thousands of Gaelic warriors formed into ragged ranks, banners of hawks, boars, and sun wheels drooping heavy with dew.
At their center stood Conchobar and the petty kings, their bright cloaks cinched tight against the morning cold.
Lines of levies bristled behind them, shield rims knocking nervously together.
To the Gael ...
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