Dear Fener, find for me the victory in this. He descended the steps, the stone soft and gummy under his boots. His company followed, not a word spoken. They strode through the shattered gate, began picking their way through the corpses on the ramp, then in the street beyond. Uncontested by the living, this would nevertheless prove a long journey. Nor would it be a journey without battle. Assailing them now were what their eyes saw, what their noses smelled, and what they could feel underfoot. A battle that made shields and armour useless, that made flailing swords futile. A soul hardened
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