The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-18 18:25:51 -

The blood is warm. It soaks through the wool of your tunic, heavy and hot, clinging to your skin like a second layer of flesh. You are pinned against the cold iron of the bunk. The air smells of rust, sweat, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Your hands are shaking. They will not stop. They never stop. You see the face of the man above you. It is blurred by tears and blood, but you know the...

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