Settling the tremble that had set into his legs, Calen pushed himself to his feet. He didn’t think he would ever get used to death, no matter how much of it he saw. Growing up, he had always adored the stories of noble heroes going off to war and hearing of the incredible feats of heroism achieved by one man against all odds. Every time the bards told those stories, Calen had hung on every word they said. But now he knew there was a difference between hearing the stories and living them. When you heard the stories of war and heroes, you couldn’t smell the death, the scent of crackling flesh,
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horror of war
