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A tale from the field
By dusk, the ford belonged to the living. Beneath the torn banner of the Lantern Guard, Captain Vale stood with the last three spearmen. When the standard fell, the youngest among them lifted it. Every soldier who crossed that bridge would remember the light above it.
An illustrative battle chronicle.