The Wrath of the Bayou
The telegraph operator died before sunrise. Corporal Eliza Thibodeaux found him with his head on the key, fingers still curled around the brass transmitter like a man clutching a rosary. His chest was a ruin of shrapnel and blood. The telegraph machine beside him was smoking, its wire warped by a current that shouldn't have been there—too strong for ordinary electricity, too controlled for...
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