The Traitor of Oakhaven
Colonel Thomas Beauregard's face was the color of old whiskey. He sat at the head of the oak table in Oakhaven's command room, his fingers drumming a slow, nervous rhythm on the war map spread before him. The Confederate fortress—a converted cotton warehouse turned military stronghold—had been surrounded by Union forces for eleven days. Water was running low. The flour stores would last another...
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