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... corridor of the French field HQ in Teruel rang with slow, deliberate footsteps.
Major Moreau walked with a slight limp, his left side still wrapped in tight bandages, a cane in his hand.
But he walked.
And every soldier in the hallway stood a little straighter as he passed.
Captain Renaud met him near the tactical room.
"You’re supposed to be in bed for another week."
Moreau gave a tired smile.
"Doctors deal in flesh. I deal in war."
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