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The Battle

At The Canterbury Defense Academy

The Commandant held his breath while waiting for the call to connect. Above all, he was unaware of how to begin his complaint. After a few seconds, the call connected and his heart sank.

“Hello, Commandant. How are you?” His Excellency picked up the call and greeted him happily.

Nevertheless, the cheerful greeting did not have much effect on his downcast spirit.

“Good morning, Your Excellency. I'm fine,” he responded with a fallen voice.

“What is ...

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