The Shadow General
ACT I July 3, 1863. Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. Three o'clock in the afternoon. I am writing this in a barn that is, against all reason and the judgment of every man who has ever looked at a barn and then looked at an army, still standing. Around me, the world is ending. Or at least the world I understood before I became a soldier is ending, and something else — something harder and colder — is...
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