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It was early morning and the rain had abated. Still thick broiling clouds were obscuring the orange glow of the sun climbing the horizon, but at least the downpour had ceased. The sergeant pulled back the hood of his oilskin overcoat and lit a rolled-up in the lee of the captains’ tent. He knew he wasn’t supposed to eavesdrop but it was really too early for anyone to care.
Inside the tent a heated discussion was in progress. So far the sergeant had not been able to discern the voices and what the subject of the debate was, but he listened intently while trying to appear deep in his own thoughts. Read More...
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