The Quietest Shore (V-14)

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The fog in the border town of Neuilly was a living thing, a damp, grey curtain that blurred the line between the French and German sectors. I lived in a small house with a blue shutter, a place that smelled of dried lavender and old wool. I was a ghost in my own life, a man who had once been a General in the Great Alliance, a man who had commanded armies and rewritten the maps of Europe. Now, I...

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