Asher looked down at the letter in his hand with its stamped seal, then up at the colorful banner hanging from the outpost wall. It was unmistakably the same. An armored hare on a burning background. Spurs and sunflower bared. That rabbit looked angry, even more so twisting in the breeze like...
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