Three Hundred and Sixteen. Plague March (Four K)

A burst of blue light appeared in the room without warning, and most people would be surprised. But Dorn knew who it was, so he just stood up quickly from his chair and acted calmly.

His desk was covered with piles of battle reports, some recent, others clearly from the past. The parchment rolls are too easy to distinguish between those white papers, not to mention the parchment rolls with wax marks on them. Some battle reports that have been read, then

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