Luccini. Summer, IC 2405 “We’re but a wing to this army, you know?” said Baccio, as the two of them rode in the summer sunlight towards the outskirts of Luccini. “That’s how far the Compagnia has sunk. We are more, perhaps, than a rearguard, more than one brigade among many, but no more than a […]

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