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The mist did not rise so much as it exhaled, a heavy, wet breath from the blackened earth that swallowed the feet of the men standing in the square. It was the season of the Long Grey, when the sun forgot its path and the world became a monochrome sketch of stone and ash. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the center of the formation, his boots sinking into the mud that had turned the cobblestones...
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