The Faded Quadrant

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The mud on my boots was the same red clay that had swallowed half of the company, and I stood in the ruins of the university library, my hands still trembling from the recoil of the rifle I had just lowered, looking at the face of the man who had been my best friend since we were boys in the dormitories of St. Jude’s. It was Arthur, or what remained of him, sitting amidst the shattered glass...

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