The Peaceful Gambit
The map table was scarred with cigarette burns and water rings, a topographic record of a war that had gone on too long. Major William Ashworth stood at its head, his finger tracing a red line that marked the German front. The room was small—a converted farmhouse kitchen in the Belgian countryside—and it smelled of damp wool and stale coffee. Five officers sat around the table. All of them...
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