General Montsigaard is tight-lipped with pain, seated in a folding chair in the command tent. A crisp new uniform accents his drawn face and three days of patchy gray stubble. Blood still seeps through his bandages. The General’s tent buzzes with a constant flow of dispatch runners who stumble in and out, vacant-eyed with exhaustion. […]

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