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A soldier sighed. He looked above the skies: bright blue, barely a fluff of cloud, and an unforgiving sun. Working on the Western Walls during the summer was always terrible. He wished he was home with his family. He stretched his arms and yawned.

“Boring day, eh?”

“Working here is always boring. We’ve got walls but nothing really ever happens. No wars or traitors. We rarely get travelers or migrants anymore. I bet the Southern and Northern walls are having much more visitors than us.”

“Ah, that’s true. It’s been dull but I doubt the other walls are any livelier. Everyone’s either busy preparing for the General’s wedding or looking for his lost cousin.”

“The Crown Prince? They’re still holding onto him? It’s been months since he’s gone now. I’m pretty sure he’s dead----”

“Hush!”