Ledra wanted to fall asleep. It had been a long day--far too long. The shrapnel in her shoulder was giving her pains, she had a fresh wound from where the big sow goblin had sliced her with a bayonet, and the stench of powder smoke and death overpowered even the smell of the incense in Maylire's tent.
"You called for me, General?" She leaned
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