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The letter lay on the table, its paper thin and damp from the rain that had been hammering the windowpane for an hour. Sergeant Elias Thorne stared at the bold, black type: *Board of Inquiry: Findings of Fact.* His hand trembled, not from cold, but from the weight of the words that followed, words that tasted like iron filings in his mouth. *Tactical cowardice. Hesitation at the critical...
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