"at sinegard, they'd called her a mud-skinned commoner so often the insult felt now like a familiar call to arms.
let them think of us as dirt, rin thought. she was dirt. her army was dirt. but dirt was common, ubiquitous, patient, and necessary. the soil gave life to the country. and the earth always reclaimed what it was owed."
— Dec 22, 2025 09:26PM
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