The Distant Affair

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The air in the mess hall smelled of roasted beef and stale sweat. It was a thick, cloying scent that stuck to the back of the throat. We were gathered around long tables, the clatter of silverware on porcelain a sharp rhythm against the low hum of conversation. I sat at the far end, near the service door. I watched the food. I watched the way the steam rose from the bowls of soup, curling and...

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