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Fort Daniels, 27 February 1871
When Claire arrived at her quarters, she remembered she didn’t have pen, paper, or anything else with which to write a letter.
And that means I’ll have to face Major Longchamp. At least I can press him for some answers. And I need to visit Mrs. Soper too. Perhaps I’ll do that after my afternoon shift at the hospital.
She checked the time—just long enough to catch Longchamp in his office before her lunch break was over. She cursed her brain and the blocks that had been placed there. They were interfering with what she needed to do, and she was coming to resent them rather than appreciate the protective influence they supposedly had.
One more reason to get rid of them. But how? I can only push them so far.
With her plan firmly in place, she removed the
