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The gate explodes inward. Splinters of oak fly like shrapnel, tearing through the air and embedding themselves in the soft flesh of the men around you. You are Thomas, thirty-two, a captain in the King’s Guard, and you do not think. You move. The noise is a physical weight, a roaring wall of sound that pushes you forward into the chaos of the breached courtyard. Your sword is in your hand,...
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