The Fall of the Paragon
The mud of the Belgian plains was a hungry, grey maw that swallowed men and horses alike. General Valerius sat in his command tent, the canvas snapping in the cold wind of 1812. He was the "Iron Paragon," the most respected military mind of the era, a man whose name was synonymous with an unwavering, almost religious adherence to the code of honor. To his soldiers, he was more than a commander;...
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