The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-18 02:36:55 -

The rain hit the pavement in sheets, cold and relentless. I held my shield tight. The plastic groaned under the impact of a brick. Dust filled my lungs. It tasted like ash. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne. I have worn this uniform for twelve years. I have seen men run. I have seen men freeze. I never froze. Not until today. The protest was in the city square. It was supposed to be a peaceful march...

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