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The land was shrouded in a miasma, and the mid-day sun lit the earth with a red haze. Wilhelm dismounted and led Asphodel forward with care, for the ground was treacherous and littered with the broken remains of the great war.
Below their feet, the uncountable dead lay where they had fallen. The land itself had been poisoned and bruised, and nothing grew but the thorniest weeds.
