The Golden Farce
The order to stand down came not as a decree of peace, but as a finality of exile, and you stood at the edge of the treeline, the weight of your ceremonial armor pressing into the soft earth of the ancient forest, knowing that the man who had signed your discharge was the same man who had once held your hand in the quiet of the barracks, his eyes promising a future that now lay in ash. You were...
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