The Thin Veil

“Let’s start with the men surrounding the hospital.” Marta said, pulling her face wrap higher up on her nose.  “Sounds good,” Britta replied, rubbing the knot between her eyebrows. They wove through the injured, calling their names. But, no Bear, no Half-pint. They turned toward each other for a moment, then toward the battlefield. Their...

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