The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The banquet hall smelled of roasted venison and stale wax, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of your throat and made it difficult to swallow. You sat at the head of the long oak table, your uniform crisp and ironed, the brass buttons catching the flickering light of the chandeliers. Around you, the men of the 4th Battalion raised their glasses, their cheers rising in a cacophony of...

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