The preparations for the morning reconnaissance patrol had begun two hours before dawn in the vaulted stables of Schloss Hohenstein. The air inside the stable was thick with the warm, reassuring scent of sweet clover hay, dry straw, and polished saddle leather. Stable lanterns of pierced tin cast trembling geometric patterns of light across the stalls where thirty heavy mountain cavalry mounts were being groomed and saddled by imperial hostlers.…
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