The Wistful Mirror
The chandeliers in the regimental mess hall swung with a heavy, pendulous grace, casting pools of amber light over the polished mahogany tables where the officers of the 4th Border Regiment sat in rows of starched white and dark wool. It was the night of the Victory Banquet, a celebration of the recent pacification of the valley’s eastern ridge, and the air was thick with the scent of roasted...
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