The Distant Cartograph

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The mess hall at Fort Sterling smelled of roasted pork, stale beer, and the metallic tang of the iron pots that clanked against the tables, a heavy, suffocating aroma that seemed to settle into the wool uniforms of the men who sat in their long rows, chewing with the mechanical persistence of rats in a cellar. It was a feast of a sort, a communal banquet that the regiment had been promised for...

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