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Desert Storms and the Battle of Anghiari
No winding caravans, trailing behind the despoiling route of a conqueror, have had to slow in their lumbering tracks to scatter their spoor against detection, hiding the broken lances and spent shells that might make their way through the sifted … Continue reading