“Everything feels different,” Marc said from atop a ridge.
Just beyond Limos was the Keep looming over the rest of the town. Although, he would have been hard pressed to define what had changed.
It was Marc who was different, forged by his choice of vocation, both physically and emotionally. It was discipline that taught him to keep his emotions in check, and that in war soldiers would not follow men who wore their hearts on their sleeve.
“Viens.”
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