The Distant Legend
"You’re late again, Colette. The ledger does not wait for the dead." The words hung in the stale air of the wireless operator’s school, sharp as the static crackling through the old valves. Colette Fournier stood in the doorway, her boots caked in the red clay of the Normandy hills, the weight of the beech-wood box in her hands a physical anchor against the tremor in her legs. She was...
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