The old line broke. Now they're here — wrecked, outnumbered, but still fighting. A row of freshly sharpened stakes runs along the rise. They're hammering in the last few. Others hand out arrows, bolts — whatever's left. No panic. Just the quiet of people who know what's coming and have chosen to meet it on their feet.
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