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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.

For a long minute, the only sound was the distant thump-thump of the battering ram against the citadel. File: Siege.Survival.Gloria.Victis.v2021.12.07....

Bertram didn’t look at the gate. He couldn’t afford to. His war was fought in the dirt. His objective was the old apothecary

Bertram reached the ruins of the shop. He moved aside a heavy beam, his breath coming in ragged white plumes. There, beneath a pile of shattered glass, he found it: a sealed jar of medicinal alcohol and a bundle of dried feverfew. It was a king’s ransom in a city of beggars. A floorboard creaked behind him. For a long minute, the only sound was