General Calix's voice cut through the clamor of the training barracks like a whip. "What is this, a playground?" he roared, his piercing gaze fixed on the cowering young man before him. He was a new recruit, no more than a boy, who had been caught playing a childish prank on his bunkmate. His face was flushed with shame, his eyes brimming with tears, a soft heart ill-suited for the ruthless discipline of the army. "And you, soldier, are acting like a fool."
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