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... t he wasn't seeing the lines of rivers or the shaded contours of mountains. He was seeing the smoldering ruins of a village he had never visited and the ghosts of people he had condemned to death. Titus Pullo's triumphant report lay on the desk, its confident, zealous script a testament to a victory that was, in truth, a catastrophic failure.
A sick, hollow feeling churned in his gut. He had poked the hornet's nest with a flaming stick and learned nothing, save that the hornets were will ...
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