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    Prologue: The Blood March

    His Adam's apple bobbed with every gulp of sweet wine from the bladder. Long he swallowed, ne'er a drop split, you'd just have to wait until he finished. "Nhm, the Blood March-" he nodded the wine skin emptied yet he didn't hand it back, only smirked and leaned into the rickety chair padded in furs. "They call it that for a reason young cubs; as far as the eye can see, the water, the mud, the reeds, the leaves on every tree stained blood red.
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