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Borte stepped close, her hand on his knee. “The noyan with the white flag. He has a daughter. He mentioned her in the comms.”

He walked to the drum. He did not strike it. Instead, he raised his helmet to his face, sealed it with a soft hiss, and switched his comms to the clan-wide frequency. martian mongol heleer

“They offer integration,” Heleer continued. “We offer the ancient law. The sky is vast. The land is hard. And those who cannot ride the storm do not deserve the well.” Borte stepped close, her hand on his knee