Deep within the camp of the Old Wolf Battalion, the heavy wooden door of Qin Lie's room shut out the shouted drills and the howling wind outside.
The interior was somewhat dim, with only the orange flames dancing in a charcoal brazier casting a hint of warmth. The fire stretched and shortened their shadows against the rough dirt wall in a swaying, unsteady rhythm.
A thick and peculiar medicinal scent hung in the air, a mixture of blood, sweat, and the sharp, bitter aroma of roasted roots and herbs.
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