Inside the command pavilion, tallow candles flickered in wrought-iron lanterns hung from the center poles, casting sharp, angular shadows across the large trestle table. Spread out upon the rough oak planks was a detailed topographical map of the borderlands, detailing the meandering path of the Willowbrook, the dense thickets of the Gloomwood, and the strategic bottleneck of the Red Stone Ford where the broad river cascaded over a bed of…
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