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Behind the wall, they couldn’t see the army approaching. They heard the roar of the men, the beating of their march against the virgin earth. Were there thousands or tens of thousands? The women hadn’t been told. Soon there would be war and her work would begin.
She sat waiting for the injured and dead.
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