MARCHING TO WAR took forever. The Revolutionary camp was packing up far too slowly. Mad wanted to move, to at least get half a day of walking finished by the time her head hit a pillow. Instead, she was watching soldiers pack up their tents, eat breakfast around dying campfires, and inspect their weapons. She kicked at the snow and began to pace around the area where her tent had been. It was already packed and strapped to her back along with the rest of her belongings.

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