The Wistful Letter

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The air in the basement was thick, a heavy, suffocating blanket woven from dust, mildew, and the metallic tang of old blood, and I stood there in the center of the room with my back against the cold, damp brick, feeling the weight of my uniform press down on my shoulders like a physical force, a leaden armor that I had worn for so long it had become a second skin, a part of my very flesh that I...

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