The Golden Circuit

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October 12, 1893 The ink is still wet on the page, but my hands have stopped shaking, which is a small victory I am not sure I deserve. We marched into Oakhaven at dawn, the mud of the border road caking the boots of every man in the First Company until they looked like stumps pulled from a swamp, and the town square was already thick with the smell of roasting pork and cheap beer. Colonel...

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