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*Maddox* It was a four-hour drive from where I’d been stationed near the front line of the war back to the castle, and I’d have to be back early tomorrow because there’d been activity along the ridge we were currently considering attacking. Alpha Geofrey appears to be amassing his forces on the other side, getting ready to come after us. I need to be there if he attacks because, even though some of the other commanders are very good at their jobs, none of them have the sort of battle experience that I have. None of them are as capable of making sure the war goes the way it needs to as I am. For that matter, none of them are as good at anything as I am, but that doesn’t matter at the moment. I have to go home. I’ve thoroughly f****d up—again—and if I don’t get back to Isla as soon as po