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From the hilltop, my father focuses the spyglass on the fur clad man leading thirty mounted soldiers toward the town gates. When a stork-legged sentry steps forward to hail them and presumably ask their business, one of the men casually kicks the sentry in the head. The wind flattens the banner he carries. I recognize the colors as Riverton's, which I'd last seen charging toward me on a battlefield.
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EditorCurtis Ellett is a fantasy writer who also contributes to the genre in other ways. He has lived on three continents, studied archaeology, and worked as a newspaper ad designer and a bookseller. He now works as an unpaid editor and game master. Find him on Twitter @CurtisEllett. Archives
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