Who Are You? - A Hamilton x TMC crossover?
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No one isn't going to read this, I hope. All jokes aside I do hope you enjoy this ^-^
You are...
Cesar Torres! Yay.
"Hey... It's (Y/N). I hope it's not too late."
The letter read, tension had already grown in the room as the general and his right hand man glanced at each other. They could see bits of dried up blood on the corner of the letter.
The commander of The Green Mountain Boys could only stare at the letter in disappointment. (Y/N) Torres had disobeyed one of his orders, which was to not engage with the enemy.
The Green Mountain Boys aren't even part of the musical, but I wanted to include them.
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