Outside the Black Citadel, at the narrow throat of the Devil’s Throat canyon, the diversionary assault had reached a deafening crescendo. Under the freezing grey sky of late afternoon, General Ronan and Chieftain Torvald had deployed nine thousand warriors of the Bilateral Vanguard across the mouth of the defile. Forty heavy bronze ballistas mounted on iron skids were hurling five-foot star-metal bolts against the massive black basalt curtain walls, while…
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