The Distant Legend
The soup is cold. You know this by the way the fat has congealed on the surface, a pale, waxy lid that traps the steam. It sits in the tin on the table, untouched. Your hands are steady. They are always steady. That is what the training instills. You are Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw, and your hands do not shake when you pull the trigger, nor do they shake when you break the bone of a man’s arm to...
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