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Hartmann escorted the shaken Kirsten to the MP tents, telling her to wait while he went inside. However, things looked to be getting worse.

“Murder?” Hartmann asked in a chilly voice.

“Yes.” Captain Hess from the MP Company told him from his seat at his desk. “You know the way things go in a situation like this. What happened at first glance is one of our camp followers murdered her accomplice, one of the French sutlers now working for the . . .

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