The predawn departure from the Citadel of High Spires was conducted under absolute tactical secrecy. At four o'clock in the morning, while the capital still slept beneath a blanket of freezing coastal fog, the courtyard of the Royal Armory hummed with muffled military activity. Fifty pack mules were loaded with crates of ammunition, field rations, and medical supplies, while eighty heavy cavalrymen of the Sovereign Guard fastened white canvas covers…
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