Horizon
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Call it divine intervention, call it a message from the gods, call it anything you want.
Call it a hunch.
Something tells you what you've been looking for is here. After all these years, you can practically taste it on your tongue.
The air is cold and bitter, the attitudes of your men moreso.
Normally marching for as long as you have been would make you want to set up camp, but not today. Your men might want to stop, but that doesn't matter. They're all too afraid of you to say anything.
The snow crunches beneath your feet.
You are close.
Call it a hunch.
Something tells you what you've been looking for is here. After all these years, you can practically taste it on your tongue.
The air is cold and bitter, the attitudes of your men moreso.
Normally marching for as long as you have been would make you want to set up camp, but not today. Your men might want to stop, but that doesn't matter. They're all too afraid of you to say anything.
The snow crunches beneath your feet.
You are close.