The Wistful Throne

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The rain had been falling on the tin roof of the garrison for three days straight, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of our bones, turning the air inside the mess hall into a thick, grey soup of damp wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of fear that we all tried so desperately to mask with loud laughter and louder drinking. It was the kind of evening...

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