The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The mud of the valley was red, not from rust, but from the blood of three hundred men who had died in the last hour. Kael lay on his back, his chest heaving against the wet earth, the rain drumming a steady, indifferent rhythm on his helmet. He was forty years old, a veteran of the Iron Guard, and he was dying. The pain in his ribs was a dull, grinding thing, but the true terror was in his...

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