Chapter Ninety-nine – Splinters of Hope

The general sat with his back to the window, a blanket over his knees, a beer in his hand. He looked older than his file said. His eyes tracked them, slow and wary.

“You’re late,” he said.

Bianca put a thin folder on the table. “Let’s talk.”

He took a long sip and shrugged. “Talk then. I don’...

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