At the second hour of the afternoon on the sixth day of the forced march, the Grand Army of Liberation crested the summit of the Golden Ridge. For forty miles, the ridge had risen gently through rolling olive groves and vineyard terraces, concealing the southern horizon behind a curtain of ancient stone pines. But as the vanguard reached the limestone crest, the trees gave way to a sweeping, breathtaking panoramic…
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