The Wistful Throne

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The floodwater rose against the oak doors with a sound like wet wool tearing, and you stood in the center of the command tent, your boots sinking into the muck that had once been the orderly parade ground, while the rain hammered the canvas roof with such ferocity that the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only this dark, breathing box and the men who had sworn to hold it. You are Sergeant...

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