The Faded Root
The uniform was not merely worn; it was inhabited, a second skin of stiffened wool and brass buttons that had long since ceased to be fabric and had become something closer to bone, something calcified and unyielding against the flesh of a man who had forgotten the shape of his own body before he remembered the shape of his duty, and I stood there in the center of the gray, humming hall, my...
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