Victoria's stomach clenched as they rode through the gates of Garignon. The town was famous for the size of its graveyard. Countless wars had been fought in the forests of Gwardenveld over the centuries. But the sheer amount of fresh graves made her sick to her stomach. A group of at least twenty men were busy digging even more graves in the field. There were two wagons full of bodies waiting to be put to rest. Not a single one of them looked up from their work as the battalion marched by. If this was an...