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It was morning when the first soldiers came. It was not yet spring; the long grass at the forest’s edge was heavy with dew, the ground beneath it hard. A pale winter sun cast an uneasy golden light over the trees, heavy pines giving way to bare sycamore and lean saplings, their long, skeletal shadows stretching out over the cleared grass at the forest’s edge and towards the edge of the uneven road that wound its way up to the keep. Somewhere to the south-west, two birds bickered shrilly, their shrieks audible even above the monotonous roar of the Amariél Sea meeting the rocky shore half a mile away. Mark watched the horsemen app