“Death to our enemies,” Javed yelled, repeating it. “Death to our enemies,” Wulf joined him. “Death to our enemies,” the cry was taken up by them all, a wave of sound, a recognition of injustices endured, of kin murdered, homes burned, friends and loved ones slain. Corban looked around at them all, more than a thousand men and women raising their voices, and he thought of the long list of crimes committed by his enemy, the deaths of his mam and da, his King, so many throughout Ardan and Domhain, the slaughter at Gramm’s hold. “DEATH TO OUR ENEMIES,” Corban cried out, joining his voice to
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