by Brian W. Foster Auggie perched on the edge of a bed in the officer quarters. The low frame caused his knees to jut toward his chest, and the angle made it hard for him to balance his plate. Still,…
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by Brian W. Foster Auggie crept through the moonlit forest. He chose a specific spot for each step. Despite his bulk, the resulting crunch of leaves and sticks blended into sounds of gurgling water and a gentle breeze stirring the…