The late afternoon sun cast long, crimson shadows across the rolling hills west of the Red Stone Ford. The road leading into the western highlands was churned into a deep trough of mud by the frantic, panicked flight of two thousand mercenary horsemen. Lord Cedric of Brandon rode at the center of the column, his gilded armor stripped of its peacock crest, his ermine cloak stained with horse sweat and…
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