The great highway leading from the Western Gap to the coastal capital of the Silver Spires had never witnessed such a magnificent, unstoppable tide of human freedom. For seven days, the Army of the Dawn marched eastward across the undulating plains and fertile river valleys of the realm. What had begun as a column of five thousand riders in the Sunken Vale had swelled into a colossal, unstoppable movement of…
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