They say Black Dow has killed more men than winter, and clawed his way to the throne of the North up a hill of skulls. The King of the Union, ever a jealous neighbor, is not about to stand by smiling while he claws his way any higher. The orders have been given and the armies are toiling through the northern mud. Thousands of men are converging on a forgotten ring of stones, on a worthless hill in an unimportant valley-- and they've brought a lot of sharpened metal with them. For glory, for victory, for staying alive.
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