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Without a word, the soldier turned and vanished back into the fog of the siege.

His objective was the old apothecary. The garrison on the walls was dying—not from arrows, but from the rot in their wounds. Without clean bandages and fermented herbs, the city would fall by dawn. File: Siege.Survival.Gloria.Victis.v2021.12.07....

The soldier looked at the jar in Bertram’s hand, then at Bertram’s hollowed cheeks. He didn't raise his spear. Instead, he reached into a pouch at his belt, pulled out a stale crust of rye bread, and tossed it onto the dirt between them. Without a word, the soldier turned and vanished