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Fort Daniels, 26 February 1871
Chad didn’t think he would sleep so long, but when he woke, it was dark. He came to consciousness in stages, the final one with an annoying knock.
No, someone was at his door.
He opened it to find the base postmaster Percy Quarles at the door with two urgent telegrams.
“Wanted to make sure you got these,” he said with a tip of his hat.
“Thank you.” Chad took them and opened the first. It was from Iris Bailey and read, Heard news of battle. Hope all is well. Had odd vision. Be careful w EE.
Chad rubbed his eyes, which told him he wanted more sleep, and wasn’t this all too strange to be awake yet? Could his dream from the previous day have been more than a dream?
No, he was a man of science. There had to be a logical explanation.
The second telegram
