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Young Soul Rebels

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” the scruffy young man slouched, staring at the window behind Captain Duncan’s desk as though he could somehow break the glass solely with the power of his mind. He was taller and more heavily built than an eighteen year-old had any right to be, but the Captain – who had two daughters, four sons, and half a garrison full of newbie teenaged recruits to deal with – could have spotted this punk’s attitude problem at fifty paces. It was surly. It was contrary. It was rebellious. It was fumbling towards machismo. And in the absence of an actual father-figure to scrap with, it was going to disagree with him in principle. Continue reading “Young Soul Rebels” »