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... and a very healthy pour of Sahan whiskey for Marianne Lancaster to remember she was not, in fact, a battlefield casualty.
Chris watched the transformation with reluctant admiration.
At first she simply sat there, hands wrapped around the steaming mug like someone clinging to the last rope dangling from a collapsing airship. Her shoulders were stiff, jaw set, and eyes distant in the uncanny way soldiers sometimes stared at every disaster behind them layered over each other like g ...
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