The Distant Affair
The helicopter dropped me into the mud like a stone into a well. It was not a landing. It was a surrender. The rotors screamed, a sound that tore the silence from the valley floor, and then the machine vanished into the gray mist above. I stood in the knee-deep slush, my boots sinking into the earth that had been frozen for weeks. The cold was a physical weight. It pressed against my ribs. It...
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