The Faded Apartment
The rain against the stone was a sound you had learned to ignore long before you learned to sleep, a steady, rhythmic drumming that filled the silence of the garrison with a kind of hollow purpose. You stood by the window of the small, drafty room in the city, watching the gray water run down the ancient glass, and you felt the weight of the uniform you no longer wore pressing against your...
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