The Silent Sentinel (V-06: New York Realism)
I still remember the way Leo looked in the rain—like a piece of wet cardboard that someone had just given up on. We were in the 101st, the "Suicide Squad" of the Highlands, and Leo was the guy we all hated. He was a former academy star, a golden boy who had fallen from grace and ended up in the mud with the rest of us. They called him a coward, a deserter, a stain on the uniform. I believed...
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