The Last Stand of Blackwood

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The rain fell on Calcutta like a judgment, drumming against the tin roofs of the cantonment with a rhythm that sounded like footsteps. Too many footsteps. Too many people moving in the dark, and Edward Ashworth could not tell friend from foe by the sound alone. The telegram had come at noon. He remembered the clerk's face—pale, sweating, the way his hands shook as he handed over the envelope....

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