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A sad, plangent music. In the British camp, Sharpe thought, they would be singing, but no one was singing here.Bernard Cornwell
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He had always thought there was an answer to all life's mysteries in the stars, yet whenever he stared at them the answer slipped out of his grasp... But he had to think now, and he stared at the smoke-dimmed stars in the hope that they would help him, but all they did was go on shining.Bernard Cornwell