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Fort Daniels, 27 February 1871
Chad walked to the room he now shared with Patrick in the n*****s’ quarters and found Patrick in bed reading a penny dreadful. The room thankfully had two small beds, not one larger one, so they wouldn’t have to share.
“I thought you’d read all of those,” Chad said.
“Got a new box of them on the wagon from town today,” Patrick replied without looking up. “Since when do you care what I read? What’s got your knickers in a bunch?”
“Claire.”
Now Patrick put the pamphlet down and raised his eyebrows. “You’re fighting already? That didn’t take long.”
Chad spoke as he undressed and changed into his nightclothes. “No, she started hallucinating soon after she woke from our treatment this afternoon. I fear I won’t be able to do any more with her.”
“But does
