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The gin was warm, and the silence that followed the Colonel’s toast was thicker than the smoke hanging from the chandeliers. "Raise your glasses, men," Colonel Halloway said, his voice a dry rasp that cut through the clatter of cutlery in the mess hall. "To the integrity of the 4th Battalion. To the fact that no man in this unit has ever looked away when it mattered." His gaze, cold and...
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