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... t, and old blood. Footsteps echoed like whispers of ghosts, hushed and cautious, each step weighted by the gravity of what they’d seen. Lusweti and his warriors reassembled beneath the city, every face a canvas of shadow and tension. Dirt clung to their skin, blood—some of it theirs, most not—splattered their tunics and weapons.
Irungu was the first to speak, kneeling beside Lusweti. "The delegates were still alive... barely. Skin clinging to bone, breath rattling in their chests. But th ...
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