The Distant Journey
The rain hits the pavement. It is hard. It is cold. You stand at the window. The glass is cold. Your breath fogs the air. You are still in uniform. The jacket is heavy. It fits too well. It feels like a second skin. It is the only thing that is real. The rest is a ghost. The building is gray. It is old. The walls are thin. You can hear the rain on the roof. It sounds like fingers tapping. You...
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