The Distant Affair
The order is to burn Oakhaven at first light. I looked at the map, the ink still wet and smelling of turpentine, and said I wouldn’t do it. Major Halloway didn’t raise his voice. He just stamped the paper, the red ink bleeding into the grain of the wood, and told me I was under arrest for mutiny. The watchtower was cold. It had always been cold, but this morning the cold felt like a living...
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