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situation is here. I know you receive the dailies from our scribe attachment,

but I would be remiss in my duties as executive officer of the Southern Wing

if I did not write to you personally. Please find us reinforcements.

Sincerely,

Major Kallista Neema

I breathe past the ache that erupts in my chest at the plea in her letter.

We’ve discussed nearly daily attacks in Battle Brief, but nothing on that
scale.

Maybe they don’t want to scare us.

But if it’s that terrifying out there, we have every right to know—we’ll
likely be called into service before we graduate. Maybe even this year.

“These are all…numbers,” Imogen says, rifling through the conference
table papers.

“It’s April,” I say, reaching for the next missive. “She’s working on next

year’s budget.”
Everyone stops and turns to look at me, all wearing expressions of

varying degrees of disbelief.

“What?” I shrug. “Did you think this place ran itself?”
“Keep looking,” Imogen orders.

I unfold the next missive.

General Sorrengail,

Protests regarding conscription laws are growing within the province of

Tyrrendor. Knowing that due to Tyrrendor’s size, it provides the majority of

our conscripts to replenish our front lines, we cannot afford to lose the

support of the people again. Perhaps an influx of defensive spending on

outposts here would not only bolster the province’s economy and remind the

Tyrrish how needed they are to the defense of our kingdom, but also ease