Marcus jumped out of the shotgun seat in full armor and pulled his greatsword from the weapons storage. "Finally not having to sneak around this time is refreshing on one hand." He looked up with a somber expression at the devastated gates and smoldering town, "...Though fucked up on the other because it's not necessary."
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The Stirrings of War - (Chapter 2)
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