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... s treetops like spilled oil. The Adal camp below stirred with the grumbling rhythm of men who’d grown too used to power. Their fires were smoldering embers, their laughter crude and careless, echoing off the surrounding cliffs. They numbered just over a thousand—armed with rifles, curved swords, and the bitter confidence of those who had gone unchallenged for too long.
The Abyssinian army crept through the ridges above, crouched low in the tall grass, the scent of wet soil and tension he ...
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