The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-17 21:36:15 -

You are standing at the edge of the precipice. The wind here does not blow. It presses. It pushes against your chest plate, against the tactical vest that feels less like armor and more like a shroud. You are a Major. You have spent twenty years learning the geometry of control. You know the weight of a rifle. You know the exact millisecond a trigger breaks. You know the sound of a bone...

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